Page 54 of The White Enchantress

“Hmm, we can do whatever we want, wherever we want. You are my wife now and this is our home.”

I pull Lance closer to me – if that’s even possible – and smother him with kisses. “Take me to your bed, please, husband.”

Without hesitating, Lance opens the door I’m leaning against and sweeps me into his arms. An instant later, the door is closed behind us. As Lance carries me toward the bed, I glance at our surroundings, taking it all in. This is my home and this is my man.

There is a fireplace bursting with warmth in the sitting room of our chambers. As Lance carries me through to the next room, hidden behind a decorative stone wall, I can still feel the heat from the fire. Or perhaps that is my heat within.

With the bed in sight, Lance places me down beside him. A hand reaches behind me to loosen the cords holding me into my dress. Not wanting to be naked on my own, I begin searching for waysto remove Lance’s clothing. I pull his tunic over his head, sliding a finger down his collarbone, tracing a zigzag pattern down his chest and stomach until I land on his pants.

All the while, Lance keeps his eyes locked on mine, breathing shallow breaths as he waits for me to undress him completely. I gently tug at the strings which come undone immediately, his pants falling silently to the ground. Before I can make my next move, Lance moves with precision, pulling my gown down effortlessly and hoisting me up onto the bed. He spreads my legs wide, opening me up to him, hiding no parts of my body from his gaze.

His mouth quickly lands on its target between my legs. I gasp loudly at the intrusion. “Lance, what are you doing?” I moan, enjoying myself wildly but feeling timid at the same time.

“You are my wife now, Guin. I am doing as I please. At the moment, I want to taste every inch of your body, starting here.” He points with his tongue, flicking it up against the folds of skin before plunging it into me. His hands massage my thighs, soothing the tension within me. I am soon at his mercy, begging him to go on, to rub a finger on my clit, suck on my labia.

Lance’s breath tickles my electrified skin as he laughs into me. “What are you laughing about down there?”

“How you are anything but a proper lady with your moaning and whimpering and your naked thighs around my head. I love this Guin. I love that you are mine.”

He slides a finger inside me and at this point, I am so far gone after experiencing an orgasm or two I’m not sure if my body canstand another. But when Lancelot’s tongue and fingers leave my body, I open my mouth in protest only to let out a scream of passion as his cock enters me deeply. He lets out a moan at the joining of our bodies.

“Guin, I do not think I can be gentle.”

“Then don’t.”

With my consent, he rolls himself over onto his back, placing me on top and pulls me down to the root of him. I place my hands on his chest, bracing myself as he grabs my butt, bouncing me up and down while driving himself further into me. At some point, I take over, balancing myself on my feet. Lance props himself up, letting me take the lead. He gently flicks my nipples with his tongue as they bounce with my body, worshiping every curve of my tits.

His breathing becomes more erratic and the blood in my body pumps with adrenaline, close to climax. With his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, Lance thrusts deep inside me once more, releasing himself. In unison, we fall down to the bed, entwined in each other’s limbs. I feel Lance’s breath on my neck. It tickles, making me giggle. I smile at his response, a groan and a sigh.

“That was a sexy sound,” I whisper against his cheek.

“Mmmhh? I have no idea what you are saying. Are you speaking a foreign language or am I too far gone to hear you?”

“Probably both.”

Chapter 26

Lancelot

Guinevere takes her timegetting dressed, teasing me with her naked body when she knows we are meant to dine with Arthur in a few minutes. The guests from Camelot are due to leave our castle the following morning. How I long to have my wife all to myself. We have been sneaking away at any given chance, hiding away in our apartments. A place I have spent many lonely nights in. Never again. I have a life companion now. A woman to call my own.

My wife, my love, my life. Ripped from her time to fall in my arms. I do not believe in God as the majority of the people in Britain do. Still, something powerful, beyond anyone’s comprehension, brought Guinevere to me. If I believe in anything, it is that Guin is mine. She was made for me. Not Arthur, not for anyone else. Me. My only hope is that this being, this power, would allow me to keep her. For I do not want to let her go.

I glance up at Guin. As she tightens the strings on her dress, I reach out, stopping her hands. Arthur is not going anywhere just yet. He can wait five more minutes. That is all I need as I amalready hard, pointing to the object of my desire. Sensing my need, Guinevere lets her dress fall to the floor, offering herself to me.

Five minutes later, we are both dressed and presentable, though Arthur seems to know what had been the cause of our delay. As Guinevere curtsies, Arthur takes her hand in his, giving it a gentle kiss. “You look radiant as the sun, my lady. I trust Sir Lancelot is to blame?”

A rosy color dyes her cheeks as she smiles and looks into my eyes. “Yes, he most certainly is.”

We dine in the private guest chambers in my keep. It is nothing as extravagant as Camelot’s. And unfortunately, there are no separate rooms for dining and sleeping in these apartments. I find myself looking over to the bed, thinking of all the things I had yet to do to Guinevere. Once Arthur and his traveling companions are gone, I would have all the time in the world with Guin.

My wife gently nudges my leg, bringing me back to the conversation. “Arthur was just saying he would like us to return to Camelot.”

“Tomorrow?” I ask in surprise. “I thought Guin and I would have some time at home to get to know each other better.”

“Of course, Lancelot. I only meant that I wish you to return to Camelot in a few months. The rest of the kingdom will want to celebrate your union. And having you both nearby will settle some of the minds of people who believe you have abandoned me.”

Arthur speaks plainly, but his tone is sincere. He holds no hatred in his heart for either of us. Before I can respond, Guin attemptsto apologize, explaining that she had not meant for any of this to happen. “To be honest, I had fallen in love with Lancelot before I arrived at Camelot. The last thing I want is for the people to think my pledge to you was an empty one. If we must return to Camelot, we will do so.”

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