Page 79 of Propriety
But his smile was radiant.
Gingerly, she touched the gash in his lips, drawing a hiss from him. “What happened? Lancelot, what did he do?” Quickly, she fetched a rag, wetting it in the basin at the end of the bed.
She gently dabbed at the dried blood on his chin, his cheeks. He winced again, but nothing seemed to erase the gleam in his eyes.
Her heart was in her throat, her lungs couldn’t expand. “Why didn’t you fight back?” She whispered, tears gathering.
“Fight back?” He laughed, kissing her fully.
He tasted like iron and steel. Like hurt.
“Why would I need to do that?” He lifted her up off the ground, spinning her around once.
Guinevere clutched at his stiff tunic. “What?”
“Nothing I could have said, no blow that I could have landed, would have outdid your downright denial of him. I have never been prouder,mon amour.” He kissed her again, leaving her breathless in his arms.
“But he hurt you.”
“Bah,” He waved an arm, cradling her face in his hands. “I don’t care if I get beat to hell every time you stand up for yourself. You made me so goddamn proud today.”
She met his eyes, and was taken aback by the unbridled passion she saw flicker in his gaze. His tongue darted quickly over his busted lip. “You areeverythingto me, Guinevere.”
“Why, Lancelot? Why did he do this?”
“Pissed off, I guess. He spared Percival and Gawain. Saved it all for his oldest and dearest friend.” He shrugged, pulling his matted tunic over his head and tossing it to the ground.
“What can I do?” She asked, fingers dancing along a shallow cut on his shoulder. “Tell me how to help you.”
“Get on the bed.” His voice shifted quickly to something darker.
The fire that had flickered in his eyes moments ago turned into an inferno before her. “Lance…”
“Now, my queen.”
Something inside her shivered as he commanded her. But she was far from cold.
She backed up slowly until the back of her thighs hit the footboard of the bed. Without taking her eyes off of him, she hopped up on the blankets, waiting.
“Spread your legs.” He ran a hand down his jaw slowly, pupils wide with desire.
She obeyed without hesitation this time, but it wasn’t enough for him.
“Take off that damned dress, Guinevere.” He stepped forward, steadying himself on her bedpost.
Her cheeks were hot, breaths coming quick. But she pulled the dress over her head, tossing it on the ground with his tunic.
Lancelot’s eyes traveled each curve of her body hungrily, but she felt far from exposed.
She feltseen.
“Touch yourself.” He said, palming his erection through his trousers. “Look at me and touch yourself, queen.”
Without breaking his eye contact, she dipped a hand between her thighs, remembering how he had touched her the night before. As her finger circled her clit, she threw her head back, eyes fluttering shut.
“I told you to look at me,” he said through gritted teeth. Sheforced her eyes open and found him with his breeches down around his thighs as he pumped his cock slowly.
“Lance,” she moaned, her voice breathy and quick.
