His mouth hovered near her ear, the sound of his labored breaths sending a wave of desire right to her core. “Do you want me to show you,” her fingers curled into his hair, taking apart the neat bun, “How that kiss was supposed to end?”
Her eyes fluttered shut as she nodded, lost to the fury of attraction now.
He grasped her chin, pulling her back down to earth. “Let me hear you say it,queen.” He demanded. “Tell me you want this.”
“I want this,” she repeated without hesitation. “Please, Lance.”
His lips met hers with such an intensity, she thought she might faint. His hands were instantly in her hair, tugging just enough to make her moan against his kiss, enough to tilt her head upwards to meet his fire.
He cradled her face like she was fragile, but from the way his lips moved against hers, he knew she wasn’t. He gently nipped at her bottom lip, filling every fiber of her being with heat.
She gasped, hands sliding from his hair to his chest, clutching at his bedraggled tunic. He kissed down the length of her jaw, the scratch of his beard adding to the sensations, causing her to pull him closer, begging for more.
He willingly obliged. In one motion, he had her off of theground, legs secured around his waist. His hands cupped her backside, kneading gently.
“Lance,” she panted, eyes threatening to roll back in her head as his hips jerked against her.
With her caged against the wall, his hands were roaming her body again. Raking up her thighs, gripping her through the thin material ofhisbreeches.
Gripping at her hips, gently rocking her in time with his motions.
Grasping at her breast, passing his thumb over her peaked nipple. She moaned, head rolling backwards.
“You like that?” He murmured against the skin of her neck. Rolling her nipple over the fabric of her shirt. “Let me hear you,” he purred against the skin of her neck.
She couldn’t form words, not with his fingers playing her like an instrument, not with his lips claiming any piece of skin they could reach.
Not with the sound of his ragged breaths in her ear, hot and heavy.
“Tell me, queen.” He nipped at her earlobe, hands steadying on her hips. “Tell me how he touches you.” Her breath hitched.
Her fingers fumbled on the ties of his tunic, finding herself desperate to feel his skin beneath her hands. He deftly snatched both of her wrists with one of his hands, pulling back from her.
Guinevere hated how she felt instantly empty without his touch.
“Tell me how he sets your skin alight, darling.” His eyes were hooded, lips pressed into a firm line.
She blushed, breaking his eye contact. “He-” Teeth worrying herbottom lip, she felt suddenly too small for her skin. “He doesn’t.”
“Oh.” Was all he said.
All she heard.
Before she was moving, he carried her to the bed, depositing her on her back. He was hovering over her, hands braced on either side of her head.
His lips connected softly with her cheek, her jaw, her eyelids. “Let me show you how youdeserveto be touched, my queen.” It wasn’t just a statement, it was a question. A beg for permission.
Still having lost her voice, she brought his lips back to hers, but the lust soaked desire did not leak into this kiss. Her hands in his hair, she felt like a woman freed. His movements were soft, precise. Like he was suddenly afraid of the fire that sparked between them.
He kissed across her skin as his mouth trailed lower, past her neck, over her collarbone. Balancing himself on an elbow, he tugged her tunic over her breasts.
His lips grazed her peaked nipple, eliciting a hiss from the woman beneath him. “God,” he muttered, lips brushing her as he spoke. “How could a man not want to drag these sounds from you, Highness?” With his free hand, he tweaked her other nipple, grinning as she arched her back into his hand.
“Tell me,” He paused his ministrations, an arrogant smile stretching across his face. “Does he touch you? Or just take what he thinks he is owed?” Before she could answer, he ran his tongue over the length of her breast, sucking the hardened peak into his mouth.
He pinched her other nipple, rolling it underneath his fingers. She squirmed beneath him, gently panting.
He continued to move downwards, pressing open-mouthed kissesto any piece of skin he could reach. With one hand, he arched her back up, tugging her breeches off in a single motion.
