Dragonfyre by Donna Grant

great hall they ventured. Guards were placed at every entrance, and Aimery was sure if he tried to go anywhere but the great hall they would be stopped.
    He and Kyndra followed the corridor down several flights of stairs to another hallway.
    The beat of the music filled the castle, echoing off the stones. The music was soft, erotic, as it washed over him.
    “Aimery,” Kyndra murmured as she leaned against him. “The music. It has magic in it.”
    “I know.”

    He stopped her before they entered the great hall. “Be careful, Kyndra. For me.” She swayed with the music before she rose up on her toes and placed her lips against his.
    “I’m glad you’re with me.”

Chapter Twelve
    Aimery held himself still, the feel of Kyndra’s soft curves brushing against him was the worst kind of torture. She ended the kiss with a seductive smile before she turned her back to him. His gaze lingered on the small of her back where the cream material of her gown moved with her skin, tantalizing him, urging him to brush his fingers against the spot.
    He took in a calming breath and followed Kyndra into the great hall and down the long rows of tables. Fortunately, she sat near the end, leaving the end seat for him. He slid onto the stool and gazed at the abundance of food that covered the table. From whole roasted boar, various birds, boiled potatoes and cabbage, fruit and bread, it was a feast for a king.
    Kyndra licked her lips. “I thought I was full, but I find the smell divine.” Aimery had to admit the food smelled delicious, and he couldn’t wait to get a piece of the boar. The magic was lulling him, taking his worries away. He fought against it and, when that didn’t work, all he had to do was look at Kyndra.
    She smiled at him, her swirling blue eyes heavy lidded as she swayed on her seat. A lock of hair fell over her eye, the curl stopping near her lips. Aimery tucked the strand behind her ear and let his fingers graze the smooth skin of her jaw.
    “Dance with me,” she whispered.
    Aimery shook his head. He dared not hold her in his arms. The music was too erotic, the pull too great to ignore. His cock throbbed with need, begging him to take Kyndra. He wouldn’t allow them to be put in a situation where she woke the next morning aghast at what they had done.
    “Please, Aimery. I cannot fight the music.”
    With the way other men were staring at her, Aimery knew if he didn’t dance with her, someone else would. There was no way he was allowing any other man to touch her. Not his Kyndra.
    “One dance.”
    Her eyes sparkled as she smiled. “One dance.”
    Aimery got to his feet and held out his hand. As soon as Kyndra placed her palm in his, heat stole up his arm and surrounded his body. The music was slow, steady, the beat of the drums rhythmic and captivating. The notes of a flute floated through the air and accompanied the haunting strings of the violin.
    He held out his hands and groaned when Kyndra’s body pressed against his. The feel of her full breasts made his balls tightened, but it was her parted lips and closed lids that caught him in her spell.
    Their bodies swayed as one, giving in to the seductive, erotic music. Magic flowed over them, between them…through them.
    Aimery could feel his defenses crumbling. His hands spread over Kyndra’s bare back, her skin beckoning him to touch more, take more. He caressed a finger down her spine, stopping just short of her buttocks. She shivered and let out a breathy moan. He pulled her against him and buried his head in her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.
    “Aimery,” she whispered as her fingers threaded through his hair.
    His heart pounded. His blood boiled. His hands shook from the effort to keep from ripping the gown from her body and laying her on the table so he could plunge inside her regardless of the crowded hall and the eyes that watched them. How he wanted to feel her clenching around his rod, to hear her scream her release. He cared about nothing else