Page 150 of Propriety
“You’re very proud of yourself.” She felt her cheeks heat. “And I was hardly pure.”
“Never came — never counted.” He rolled them gently, careful not to pull at his stitches.
She could’ve stopped it. With a single word. One push.
But she didn’t.
She just stared up at him, lips parted, throat bare, her chest rising and falling beneath his. Her shift was tangled, bunched around her thighs. His skin was warm,inviting.
Then he kissed her.
Gods.
He wasn’t careful.
It was open-mouthed, messy,aching— the kind of kiss given when nights have been spent dreaming of someone's breath, someone’s heat, someone’s voice speaking a name just before coming undone. She opened to him like she was starving. Because she was.
Her hands tangled in his hair, thigh rising to cradle his hips.
Lancelot hissed, pulling back.
“God,” she whispered, untangling from him quickly.
“Don’t-” He was panting above her, eyes wild as he hovered above her. “I can take it.”
“Lancelot,” Fingers curled against “Youcan’t.
“No.” A wry grin curled at the corners of his lips. “Youcan’t.”
Pushing himself off of her, he left the bed. Gwen could hear him rustling before taking a place on the bed next to her. In his hands… his belt. “Mon amour, you’re the one who must show some…restraint.” The mischievous glint in his eyes sent a lick of pleasure down her spine. “I know my limits, my love.”
He wrapped the belt loosely around her wrists. “Is this…?” He asked softly, all teasing absent.
Guinevere nodded, not trusting herself not tobeghim.
His grin was back. “Ah ah,” The belt tightened. “You know the rules. Let mehear you.”
“You’ll hurt yourself,” but her hips jerked lightly, but her heart threatened to beat out of her chest.
“No, I won’t.” He unwound the restraint, nodding for her to move upwards on the bed.
She obeyed wordlessly, breath stuttering as he dragged her shift over her head. She lay bare to him, struggling to hold on to the guilt she felt.
But the way he was looking at her…
“Say it, Guinevere.”
“Yes,” she breathed.
The grin that spread across his lips was devastating. He quickly bound her wrists, tying the belt off between slats on the headboard. Her breathing hitched again as he pressed his lips to her wrists, featherlight.
“Be a good girl and keep your legs on the bed.” He growled softly, mouth now at her throat. “Hate to have to rip up your pretty gown just to tie your ankles down, too.”
His lips trailed lower,slower. Leaving a trail of lazy, open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone, across the slope of her chest.
Lancelot paused, teeth grazing her nipple. She arched her back, gasping. “My favorite part?” He whispered, lips fluttering around the hardened peak. “I don’t have to be gentle with you.”
His mouth closed around her nipple, rolling it less-than-gently between teeth and tongue. Tears pricked at the corners of Gwen’s eyes as she struggled against the restraints.
