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Then, the broad head of Arthur’s cock brushed his hole, making his mouth fall open on a silent gasp.
It brushed and nudged a few more times as Arthur kept their gazes fused. It was as if the King was asking his permission to enter. To take possession of Lancelot’s body.
But it was more than that. Lancelot’s thundering heart told him that.
He swallowed hard and jerked his head in the semblance of a nod.
Before the motion was done, Arthur plunged inside of him in one, long, burning stroke.
Lancelot’s head automatically fell back as his body arched in its struggle to accommodate the painfully thick intrusion, like velvet-wrapped steel.
“Look at me,” Arthur rasped, thumb stroking his cheek when Lancelot’s eyes started to squeeze shut from the intensity of being owned this way.
“Feelme.”
Lancelot wanted to laugh, but it came out in a gurgled choke.
He couldn’tnotfeel Arthur.
Gods! The man was huge!
Lancelot knew he wasn’t necessarily larger than Lancelot himself, but fuck! How did Arthur take this from him? Day after day, night after night. It was…
It was…
Helplessly, Lancelot shook his head, struggling to breathe past the knot in his throat.
And then, Arthur began to move.
Slowly at first, like a gentle wave. And the silky friction felt so good, Lancelot could barely feel the burn any more.
His thumb kept rubbing across Lancelot’s cheek, his gaze locked with Lancelot’s, refusing to let him look away.
It was the tenderest touch Arthur had ever given him, made even more magical by his hypnotic gaze. Below, Arthur was surging now, like the tides, stroking long and deep.
Lancelot moved with him, his body grasping and clenching to keep Arthur inside, as if Arthur was a part of him.
With every thrust and withdrawal, he stroked directly against that spot inside of Lancelot that he never knew existed, even though he’d done the same to Arthur with relentless precision.
The pleasure built and built. So high, he couldn’t bear it.
But beyond the physical surrender, it was Arthur’s gaze that slayed him. There was so much pain and affection there. Regret. Anguish. Tenderness. Possessiveness.
And much,muchmore.
While Arthur claimed his body, he opened his heart and soul to Lancelot. And it was…
Beautiful.
Frightening.
Magical.
Fierce.
Arthur was…
Everything.
