Page 34 of The White Knight

Guin’s head falls heavily on my neck and I close her in with my arms, unwilling to let her go. Tears fall down my cheeks, dropping in droves on Guin’s coppery strands.

Holding her tightly against my chest, I feel Guin’s body shake. She, too, is crying. But I know what she feels is pure bliss. I feel it with her in our union of flesh. We have always been able to sense each other, which has made our connection unbearable until now. Our bodies sing with ecstasy. Our souls harmonize. Our hearts beat as one.

With one last thrust, we climax together. I spill myself inside Guin as her walls shudder around me. Still crying, I lift her head to face mine and cover her mouth with urgency. She answers back with her own need, our tongues slide against each other in hunger.

After an eternity of tasting her delicious lips, I pull her back just enough to speak. “I need to see you. All of you.”

Guin swiftly dismounts, pulling the strings that hold her gown in place. “You too. I need to feel all of you.”

I rise to meet her, shedding all of my clothing in two movements. The both of us now stand naked, taking each other in, studying every new scar, crease, blemish on our skin. In unison, we collide into each other’s arms, our naked flesh burning with a euphoria I haven’t felt in nearly a decade.

This woman is mine. She will always be mine. Being in her presence is exhilarating. With our skin bonded, I feel complete. I feel everything.

We cry together until our eyes have dried up, unable to produce any more tears. I position my left arm under Guin’s legs, scoop her up, and walk us to our bed. I place her down gently on the bed and slide in next to her so that there is not even a sliver of space between our naked bodies. My mind is much clearer from the drinks I had earlier with Arthur. I should feel shame and regret from what we just did. I do not. I have never been so sure of my actions in all my life.

Guin is mine. I can finally hold her in my arms again. Kiss her sweet, delicate lips. Run my fingers through her wild red hair. I look into her emerald eyes and can see a decade’s worth of love and despair. My fingers trace her cheeks, wiping away tears. “What are you thinking about, my love?” I ask against her lips.

“I was about to give up on us. I was going to let you go. But then Arthur gave me back to you.”

Guin’s fingers run through my shoulder-length hair. The sensation releases a moan from the back of my throat. “What do you mean?”

“You ignored me all day. I thought you were angry that I threw myself at you and nearly made you do something you would regret. I felt I had tarnished your honor. So I thought it would be best to break myself from you instead of keeping us in agony. The look on your face last night. I just couldn’t let you live with all that pain.”

I roll on top of Guin, securing her underneath the length of my body. “I live with the pain of loving you every day,” I say, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. “I would live a lifetime of pain being tortured in your presence if it meant that you would be part of my life. Before I brought you to Camelot, I loved you. Even though I knew you were meant to be Arthur’s wife, I loved you. Itwas torture then. It was torture yesterday. And it is still torture now. Loving you.”

“Oh, Lance.” Guin’s breath tickles my chin, making my body come alive. Her hands slip behind my head, pulling my lips to hers. I can feel her chest heaving under mine, her erratic heartbeat matching the loud thumping of my own.

My hardened cock slides into her entrance as I push my hips against Guin’s inner thighs and she opens up for me to take her deeply. Once I am sheathed to the hilt, I pull back out, thrusting slowly as to feel every delicious inch of my Guin. I pull my lips away from hers ever so slightly, taking in her beauty. “I thought I came home when I arrived back at Joyous Gard. But you are my home, Guin. I am finally home.”

“I love you, Lance. You are the missing piece my soul has been yearning for. I will never even think of letting you go again.” Guin grabs my bottom and pulls me deep inside her. Home. And this time, I am not leaving.

“You and Arthur were quite drunk last night,” Guin drowsily whispers, her face lying on my naked chest. Her hair ignites in the rays of the rising sun. “Do you think he meant what he said last night?”

“About us sharing you?” I look down at Guin’s face; her eyes are barely open.

“Mmm, yes. It was very un-Arthur-like. I still don’t know what to think of it. Even with Arthur’s consent, this is dangerous.”

“What is dangerous?”

“Us.” Guin opens her eyes fully, lifting herself up to look into my eyes.

“What is so dangerous about us?” I ask, even though I know where Guin’s mind lingers. She still believes we will be the reason that Arthur falls, that we will destroy everything he has worked so hard to build. “We would never betray Arthur.”

“No. But others would. If those people find out about what happened last night, it will be devastating.”

“How could something so pure as our love be a catalyst to disaster? I refuse to believe in it any longer. Do you not feel how our bodies sing as one? We were made for each other, Guin.” I hold her against me, surrounding myself with her love.

“I know. I feel it too. Every time you touch me, I feel at home, at peace. I need you as you need me. Denying this truth has nearly destroyed me. Lance, I love you with every beat of my heart and every breath I take. Being with you again has awoken me. I don’t think I can go back to ignoring our love. I will kill me.”

I roll Guin over so that my body engulfs her, claiming her. Though I know I do not need to claim her, she has given herself to me. She was always mine. “What do we do then?”

“We accept Arthur’s proposal.”

“I do not want to share you, Guin.” My hands grasp around Guin’s wrists a little too tight, but she does not flinch.

“You will not have to. Arthur said we can draw our own lines of what to expect in our respective relationships. Though I would feel bad denying Arthur access to my body. He has sacrificed so much for his kingdom. We all have. It’s time we all got what we deserve. Happiness.”

“Would it make you happy to be with Arthur?”

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