“How could I forget?” He growled against her neck. She couldfeelthe way his lips turned.
His fingers pinched her nipple, sending sparks throughout her entire body. She bowed further into him. “More.” She muttered again as her eyes rolled back.
Rolling her nipple between tight fingers, he kneaded her breast in his hand. “You fit every part of me.” He nipped at her skin, thumbing her peak over again. “I was made to worship you.”
The next thing she knew, she was straddling him, one large hand splayed against her back as he thrust up into her. With her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, his cock was deeper in her than before.
“Lancelot,” her voice broke around his name.
“Thought you’d like this,” He whispered, pressing messy, open-mouthed kisses down across her collarbone and between her breasts.
He arched her back with his hand, sucking her nipple into his mouth. “God,” Her fingers scraped his skull, desperate for purchase. “Lance, I’m-”
“I know baby, I feel you.” He rolled the peak between his teeth,sending a wave of pleasure directly to her core. “You feel so good.” His free hand pinched her other nipple tightly as he rocked his hips in time with hers.
She did her best to keep up with his motions, but every one of her senses was in overdrive. She couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t see.
Couldn’t think.
“Come on,mon amour.” He whispered against her breast, rolling the other nipple. “Come for me, come with me inside you.” He pinched harder, his movements becoming more erratic.
Dragging his tongue along her peak, he positioned his lips over her, savoring her.
She pressed a hand over her mouth, trying to silence the utterly shameful noises that came out of her as he worked her nipples, thrusting into her.
He released his hold on her, tearing her hand away from her mouth. "No," he growled, dragging his fingers through her hair to yank her head back. "This time, I want him to hear you. I want him to know you’re mine."
That was it.
She shattered around him, sobbing his name. The world went white behind her eyes, her body clenching so hard it dragged a broken sound from his throat. Every nerve ending burned, every thought stripped away until there was nothing left of her but him.
Lancelot gasped, clutching her hips like he might fall apart if he let go. "G-Gwen-"
His forehead slammed into her shoulder, hips jerking up into her helplessly as he came, cock twitching deep inside her. "Mine," hegrowled against her skin, voice raw and broken. "Mine,mine…"
His teeth sank into the curve of her shoulder, not enough to break skin but enough to leave her gasping, arching into him.
“Lancelot,” she breathed, voice wicked with desire.
"Fuck, I… love you," he groaned, thrusting up into her through the aftershocks, as if he could keep pressing deeper, closer, until he disappeared inside her. "Love you — I can’t…"
Guinevere whimpered for him, rocking down against his sloppy thrusts, her nails digging into his hair, his shoulders, anywhere she could reach. The feeling of him inside her, the way his touch claimed every inch of her skin… she wasflying. It took everything she had in her not to lose herself, to stay here in this moment with him.
Heencapsulatedher.
Lancelot kissed along her neck frantically, crushed her against his chest, still grinding into her, helpless against the need clawing at him. "You’re mine," he rasped, against her mouth, low and feverish. "Say it."
"Yours," she managed, wrecked. "Yours. Only yours."
He shuddered hard, arms clamping tighter around her, cock twitching again inside her as if just her words could undo him all over again. "Gods," he moaned, "Guinevere-"
They were both trembling, locked together, breathing each other’s air.
Lancelot's hands roamed desperately over her back, her waist, like he couldn't believe she was real beneath him. He twitched inside her again, lazy, overstimulated, but he still rocked up into her once, twice, wringing soft little whimpers from her lips.
"So good," he breathed against her throat, voice wrecked, reverent. "So fucking perfect."
