Memories of the Heart (4 page)

The feel of this tempting enchantress who willingly nestled closer in his arms lit flames of wanting that sent blood coursing through Tal's veins like molten rivers. Then as her small pink tongue darted out to quickly touch a gently bowed upper lip, golden fires blazed in his eyes and a deep groan escaped.

A similar aching sound welled up from Ceri's throat as with wonder she watched those fires of hungry desire flare in his dark gaze. Heart racing ever faster and lashes fluttering half-closed, she purposely sank into the realm of unthinking sensation even while tilting her face upward to lift her mouth as a welcome offering to his.

Irresistibly drawn, Tal lowered his dark head yet paused a whisper above lips silently promising untold delights she couldn't possibly understand. Although few men of his position would hesitate in taking any female of lesser station, he was halted by a nagging certainty that he would be wrong to accept what this clearly innocent damsel naively offered.

Lost in a haze of mindless response, Ceri tangled her fingers into the cool strands of his night-black hair and urged him down, seeking what she didn't know while her heart raced so fast that her breath almost stopped in anticipation.

After what seemed an endless eon, Tal surrendered, and fit his lips to Ceri's with exquisite tenderness. He barely brushed them, enticing them to follow his until she ached for a deeper, more satisfying contact. But still he nibbled at the edges of her mouth, gently nudging it to open and allow his tongue to both enter and retreat in teasing strokes like a bee after berry nectar. Then when Ceri answered the call, Tal captured her tempting tongue and taught her the blazing depths of the fire she'd evoked.

Ceri eagerly yielded to the possession of this devastating kiss tenderly begun but now raging out of control with the speed of a wind-fanned forest fire. And in those same passionate moments, Tal carefully shifted the dainty wood-sprite so temptingly near to rest beside him on the narrow pallet—but on top of the bedfurs he lay beneath.

Feeling as if the axis of her world was in danger of losing its steady center, Ceri helplessly clung to the master of her senses. And with a small, wild cry she attempted to align her soft curves against the heated contours of the powerful body separated from her by soon resented bedcovers.

Tal broke the bond of their mouths and rose above Ceri on one elbow before bending his head to rub short, teasing kisses on her eyelids, cheeks, and throat. All the while he stroked down from below her upraised arms to her hips and up again, slowly moving forward with each pass.

As Tal's hands smoothed closer, ever closer to breasts that rose and fell with each near-painful breath, Ceri moaned, “Tali-e-e-sa-a-an—”

In the beguiling tones of her voice his name sounded like the irresistible enticement of a siren's call and Tal instantly responded. He urged Ceri to tilt her head back, easing the path of his lips down from the tip of her chin to the dip at the base of her throat while his hands moved around to her rib cage and gradually, tantalizingly edged higher.

When at last he cupped the tender weight of soft curves, Ceri's vulnerable lips parted as a faint, aching gasp escaped. And yet this exquisite torment was not done. Nor could she bear the anguish threatened by even the possibility of its sudden end. While Tal's mouth continued its searing trail Ceri wondered if this sweet well of burning pleasures was bottomless? Would she drown in the consuming depths of its hungry flames? Could she bear not to?

A desperate whimper of protest broke free when the front laces of her forest-green gown brought an abrupt halt to his mouth's passionate journey over responsive flesh.

Tal withdrew one hand from the fiery melody of seduction being played upon her body and moved it to loosen the ties barring him from his goal. Gently brushing homespun cloth surely too rough for the satin delicacy of Ceri's skin down to her waist, he allowed hungry eyes gone nearly black with desire to feast on the alabaster perfection of her bounty.

Beneath the potent gaze that felt like a physical caress, Ceri instinctively arched her back and Tal's last tenuous shred of restraint vanished. He immediately reached out to firmly grasp her shoulders. Then, exercising both great strength and tenderness, he lifted this dainty embodiment of all his desires and held her a brief distance above.

Ceri was dazed by this unexpected shift in his sensual onslaught and gave a sharp cry of longing when of a sudden his mouth brushed lightly across her breasts. A thundering pulse blocked breath while she was suspended in unfamiliar, aching sensations. Her green eyes closed and every feeling centered on the teasing touches, devastating caresses that were doing impossibly exciting things to her.

Tal surprised Ceri again by lowering her to the bed and rolling to gently trap her beneath him. Overwhelmed, she lay burning with the shocked delight of discovering his body pressed exactly over hers—chest to breast, hip to hip, and thigh to thigh. Heat-thick blood had slowed her pulse to a dragging and uncertain rhythm but it blazed and sang when he groaned and pressed her even tighter to the power of his long form.

As again Tal ardently claimed the intoxicating berrywine of her passion-swollen lips, Ceri found it heady to realize that she had the power to make her stunning hero feel as desperate for her as she was for him. Mindlessly wrapping her arms tight about his broad back, she urgently caressed its smooth, muscled expanse.

He pulled slightly away but only far enough and long enough to sweep already loosened garments completely from her. Aching with delicious pleasures she'd never known existed, Ceri's starving gaze feasted on the magnificence of his bare chest now thrillingly close. It was a powerful expanse of bronzed muscle partially covered by an arrow of dark hair that spread across its width and drew her gaze down over a firm, flat belly—

Tal's face went taut and, shuddering under the silvery intensity of her gaze, he stretched out at her side while for long moments stroking hot pleasure over her willing body. Burning with unimaginable heat, she melted against his strength, silently urging him to carry her into the ravenous flames, and wordlessly begging for surcease.

Not until Ceri writhed with the insatiable hunger of desire did Tal rise above her once more. Then only gradually did he lower himself, letting her feel the tantalizingly gentle rasp of wiry curls across her own tender flesh. His lips softened into a sensual curve as tremors of helpless response swept through the magical creature in his arms.

As willing prey to the devastating master of her unexpected aching need, Ceri smoothed her hands in fascination over the wide expanse of his torso, reveled in the clenching of the powerful muscles beneath her touch.

Tal came fully down, crushing the delicate angel's yielding body beneath his considerable weight, but she welcomed his warm strength, gloried in his closeness. It was a torment sweeter and more intoxicating than a rarely tasted mulled wine yet not nearly enough. She yearned to be nearer, wanted more, and tightly wrapped her arms about his wide shoulders before urgently running her palms across his back and up to lock about his neck. Ruled by instinct, she writhed against the hard curve of his body with shattering intimacy.

Drowning in feverish need and far beyond rational thought, Tal's hands swept down skin like hot satin to tilt her hips into his and ease their joining. Into his open mouth he took her short gasp of pain, holding motionless until it was she who moved insistently, helplessly surging against his unyielding strength. Only then did he teach her the primitive rhythm of passion, rocking them both deeper, ever deeper into the fountain of of fiery delights.

Afraid she could not bear a greater intensity, still Ceri clung desperately to the source, tinder to feed a hotter blaze. At last while her sobs pleaded for release, Tal rested on his forearms and stared down into remarkable eyes that flashed with blinding silver as she surrendered to the consuming pleasure—a sight that pulled him, too, into satisfaction's passionate shower of glittering sparks.

Drifting on clouds of contentment, Tal rolled to his back and drew Ceri into the gentle cradle of his embrace. Stroking gentle ease over the trembling woman, smoothing the tangled silk of her ebony hair, and pressing kisses to the top of her head, he marveled at the miracle of this ethereal damsel.

Tal began devising plans to see that this amazing treasure he'd discovered became a permanent part of his life … no matter his mother's undoubted disapproval or the crushing blow it would deliver to her plans. With thoughts of a future unexpectedly bright, Tal slipped into warm dreams.

Despite her complete inexperience in the ways of passion, Ceri was certain that with what had just passed between them she'd reached the pinnacle of perfection … a glorious reality that only deepened her anguish. For her the love it betokened was honest and true but for Tal it would soon be naught but a forgotten fantasy born of magic.

Gran Mab had warned her of a price to be paid, and now Ceri clearly understood the full measure of that painfully high cost.

*   *   *

“You failed!” Simeon hissed words full of venom that slithered through the night forest's brisk air like adders loosed to strike in deadly earnest. “You gave your oath to see the deed done—but broke it.”

“Nay!” With his path through the night forest unexpectedly blocked, the burly man swathed in a cloak of thick homespun stiffened against the verbal assault and countered its poison by immediately denying its truth. “I
kept
my oath and did
all
that was promised. I led the way to the site where three riders appeared and three arrows were shot. All hit their targets without fail.”

“But the earl lives.” This response dipped into the dangerously quiet tone Simeon found most effective when dealing with inferiors … and he found this Welshman the worst example of that inadequate breed, utterly unworthy of more.

“I was dining at Farleith Keep when came a messenger with the news that although Lord Taliesan had been wounded in a failed assault, he was carried to safety in the village of Dyffryn.”

“I did all that I promised.” Lloyd's clipped answer was delivered with a shrug and cold, mirthless smile. “Did all that could be done but there are powers abroad which—”

“No!” Simeon's sharp chin shot upward while his fair brows crashed into a deep scowl. “Don't bother to defend your inefficiency with more tales of the old hag and her spells.”

Simeon's response was not a surprise but rather silent confirmation of a fact Lloyd had never doubted. Though each had lived more than five decades, Simeon was as immature as he'd been when long ago the two of them, along with Ulrich, had been fostered by Earl William in Castle Westbourne. Yet still, for the sake of their shared childhood long past, Lloyd issued a warning unlikely to be heeded.

“Scorn Mab's powers, Simeon, and you will pay the price.”

“Pay the price?” Simeon scoffed at the words. “You must know the witch well to have taken her favorite threat for your own.”

Lloyd's eyes hardened to an ice as cold as the frozen expression on his face. “There is no man—nor woman, either—in the Princedom of Llechu who doesn't know Mabyn well and accept her abilities for the potent force they are.”

“Tch, so you all say.” Simeon disdainfully shrugged. “But in these many years I have seen your ‘wise woman' perform nothing
magical
save the manner of stale tricks which can be easily wrought by any simple conjuror of even mediocre talents.”

“Simeon, you are a fool.” Not waiting for the explosion of temper he had no doubt was soon to follow, Lloyd spun on his heel. And he would've strode into the darkness but for the deceptively frail hand that shot out to grasp his forearm and hold him back with unanticipated strength.

Much gratified by Lloyd's startled gaze, Simeon sneered. “Now while the wound-weakened earl lies nearby, I will grant you one last chance to fulfill your solemn oath.…”

“My oath
is
fulfilled,” Lloyd flatly asserted while shaking off unwelcome fingers. “Thus, I have no need for another chance. 'Tis you who wishes an end to Lord Taliesan, and to achieve your goal only you—not I—must act.”

Chapter 4

Cool moonlight washed color from Ceri's view of the cottage while her cheek rested comfortably on a firm shoulder, and she forced slumber's beckoning haze to retreat. Although Tal was asleep, she was determined to remain awake and savor the stolen joy in this brief experience of love fulfilled.

Crystal tears welled up in anguished green eyes and fell in a slow, silent rain to the warm flesh below. The cost to be paid for this intimacy, this pleasure not hers by right but by the beguilement of magic had already come due.

As that initial price was wrenched from Ceri in dread for a future whose loneliness would be deeper for the memory of this happiness, her attention was caught by the sound of a faint, unnatural rustling from outside the opposite wall. Instantly alert, she peered into the gloom beyond a nearly cold hearth and dimly saw the cottage door begin to open.

A knot of tension blocked Ceri's breath. Gran Mab wouldn't come before dawn. But if the person cautiously entering the cottage wasn't her grandmother, then who? And why? The cottage portal was closed, yet never barred since neither the people who lived in the scattered village of Dyffryn nor those from surrounding farms and forest abodes would dare invade any part of their wise woman's property.

The noise returned, louder. Ceri froze, silver-green eyes earnestly piercing dense shadows little lessened by the pale light sneaking through the window above this bed shared with Tal.

Concealed beneath a dark, hooded cape little was revealed about the intruder stealthily moving further into the room. Barely glancing down, the ominous figure circled around the knight sleeping atop a pallet laid directly on the floor of hard-packed earth and purposefully approached the bed.