Page 37 of Propriety
He kissed her again, different from the night before. His lips captured hers in a reverence she might not have ever experienced. His touch was gentle, his movements were cautious.
With his hands in her hair, his tongue brushed against her lower lip, a permission, a plea.A note of contentment escaped from the back of her throat, her hands clasping the back of his neck. “Lancelot, I-”
His mouth descended on hers quickly, a little more fervently, swallowing her words whole. When he pulled away, he wore an almost sad look. “Don’t,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against hers. “If you…” Her heart was in her chest, her lungs refused to fill. “You can’t, please.” He kissed her softly, quickly. “Please, Guinevere.”
A flush crept up her neck, embarrassment flooding her veins.
Had she been about to —
No, she wasn’t.
Gods, she was naïve. Stupid, stupid girl. One man shows her a modicum of attention and affection and she’s about to confess her attraction for him.
But it was more than that… wasn’t it? Whatever continued to blossom between Guinevere and her knight was more than just some silly romp she had let herself run away with this. This felt bigger.
“No, no, no, no.” He cradled her face in his hands. “Don’t do that, don’t pull away.” Another kiss. “Just don’t say it. Please.”
Blinking back tears, she nodded.
“Let’s eat, my queen.” He pulled back from her, only just. They stayed on the floor, opting to lean against the footboard of the bed instead of squeezing at the small table. Their shoulders pressed together, their knees touching, fingers brushing.
He turned to her, about to speak, when laughter spilled from her lips. Reaching towards him, she brushed crumbs out of his beard. “How did you survive without me?” She whispered, fingers lingering on his jaw.
“I have no idea,” he grinned, discarding the tray of food beside him. In a single motion, he had her atop him, legs straddling his waist.
Her belly did a flip, lips tugging upwards. “You’re bolder behind closed doors, knight.” She crooned, running her hand through his hair.
“How could I not be?” He pressed a kiss to her pulse point. “You’re sitting here, wearing nothing butmytunic, and I am expected to keep my hands off of you?”
“No,” she grinned, eyes fluttering shut. “Never.” She adjusted herself in his lap, already feeling him hardening beneath her.
“Careful, queen.” He growled, hand on the back of her neck. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
She leaned forward, brushing her lips against the shell of his ear. “If memory serves me, I had no troublefinishinglast night.” She rolled her hips gently, causing him to hiss.
“Wicked thing.” Fingers dug into her skin, whether to stop her or help her. She wasn’t sure yet. She gave her hips another jerk, bearingdown on the length of him. “Guinevere, please.” But he groaned as she moved.
His hips bucked up into her, moving of their own accord. “This — We can’t-” But she couldn’t hear him. She pressed her lips to his throat, grazing her teeth gently across his skin. His head fell back against the bed frame with a quiet, desperate groan.
She shifted, grinding against his erection where it hitjustright. “Is this,” she panted against the skin of his throat. “Is this what you’ve been holding back, knight?”
She felt him jolt again, pulling a soft whimper from the back of her throat. She rocked against him, her fingers now clinging to his shirt. “Please, Lance, please.” She whispered, gasping as his hand left her hair.
He traced down the lines of her curves like he was committing them to memory, worshiping her with touch alone. “We shouldn’t.” His hand found her breast, passing his thumb lightly over her nipple. “I should stop this.” His voice was raw, but he didn’t pull away from her.
She moaned at the action, her head falling back. “Then stop. Don’t touch me again,” she whispered, trying not to lose herself in the way he was rutting up into her.
He repeated the motion, pinching her nipple above the fabric of his shirt. His lips found hers, and they came together in a sloppy kiss. This wasn’t the reverence from moments earlier - this was all tongue and teeth.
This was fire and brimstone.
“Lance,” she breathed, feeling herself teetering higher. Her hips moved faster against him, his body lurching in time with hers.One hand slipped underneath her shirt, and her grip on his tunic tightened as hecupped her breast, running another featherlight touch over her hardened peak.
A moan left her lips as heat gathered in her core, spreading warmth across her skin. Pressing his clothed erection against her in such a way — she could see stars.
“Come on, baby.” He grunted, fingers finding her hips once more, moving her against him. “Come on,” His breathing was labored.
She rolled her hips harder, and he cursed. With one final pass of his thumb tweaking her nipple roughly, she fell apart on his lap. Whimpering his name like a prayer, clinging to him like he was the only ship on a rough sea.
