CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE #3
She'd never had a man inside her before. Never known the touch of a lover. Never given herself to anyone the way she was offering herself to me now, trembling and vulnerable.
The knowledge should have made me pull back, should have forced me to reconsider what I was doing. Instead, it ignited something savage and possessive inside me, something that roared with satisfaction that I was her first.
"No man has ever had you?"
"No." Her cheeks flushed deeper.
The knowledge that this woman—this extraordinary creature—had never known intimacy with another man, that I would be her first, that she was trusting her body to me… I couldn't explain it, but I was suddenly overcome with the need to protect her. Against any and everyone.
"Do… you want me to stop?" I wasn't even sure if I could.
"No." Her answer was immediate.
"Lior"—I started, then stopped myself. "Guinevere."
I couldn't explain it, but saying her name thrilled me in a way that made little sense—hearing it fall from my lips while buried inside her felt like I was claiming something sacred, something that had always been mine.
"Guinevere," I repeated, savoring each syllable as I eased my cock further inside her tight heat, feeling her body stretch to accommodate me.
The friction was exquisite torture, her untouched walls gripping me in a way that threatened my control.
I paused, my rational mind warring with primal need. Even through the haze of desire, I had to give her one last chance to understand what she was choosing. "If I break your maidenhead," I said, my voice hoarse with restraint, "your chances of finding a husband—of having the life you deserve—"
"—I don't care." Her interruption was swift and fierce, her eyes blazing with determination. There was no hesitation, no doubt—only raw honesty that cut through every noble intention I was doing my best to cling to.
I gripped her chin to force her to look at me. "It will hurt for a moment." She just nodded. "And you will bleed."
She seemed slightly hesitant. "Does that... repel you?"
I let out a low, dark chuckle that rumbled from deep in my chest. "Gods, no," I murmured, the idea that her virginal blood would repel me seeming almost absurd.
I leaned down until my lips brushed against the delicate shell of her ear, my breath hot against her skin as I whispered my darkest desires.
"I want to thrust through your maidenhead and slather my cock in your virginal blood," I confessed, my voice rough with raw hunger.
The words felt forbidden and sacred all at once, spoken in the hushed embrace of this moment where nothing existed but the two of us.
"Then I want to fuck you long and deep, so slow that you'll feel exactly how good my cock can make you feel.
" My free hand traced down her trembling body, mapping every curve as I continued my wicked confession.
"I want to spread you wide beneath me, watch your face as I fill you completely.
" The image alone made me pulse inside her tight heat.
"I want you to choke on my name when you feel me thrusting into you again and again. "
I pulled out slightly, only so I could soon slam back into her and take what was mine—what no other man had a right to. Yes, she was mine. And she would stay that way. No other man would ever touch her. No other man would ever know how wet she was, how tight she was. She was mine alone.
"Do you feel how hard I am for you?" I pulled back another inch, relishing her sharp intake of breath. "How badly I want to fuck you?" I leaned down to kiss her. "Tell me you want the full length of me."
Her inner walls clenched around me in response. "Yes."
"Tell me what you want," I commanded, my voice rough with barely restrained hunger. "I want to hear you say it."
Her eyes darkened, pupils blown wide with desire.
"I want... I want you inside me."
I shook my head. "Not good enough." I withdrew almost completely, earning a desperate whimper that nearly undid me. "Tell me exactly what you want, my lady."
Her cheeks flushed crimson, but she held my gaze. "I want your… cock inside me."
"Good girl. Now tell me what you want me to do with it."
"Fuck me." The words came out breathless, desperate. "Please, Lance. I want you to fuck me."
"Say it again."
"Fuck me. Fill me completely. I want to take all of you."
I slammed into her with brutal force, ripping through that fragile barrier in one savage thrust. Her yelp of pain quickly dissolved into a moan that echoed through the chamber, and I felt her slick heat coating my length—a mixture of her arousal and blood that made me growl with satisfaction.
"Breathe," I whispered, lowering my face to hers.
My lips brushed away the moisture from her temples with a gentleness that surprised me.
"The pain will pass, Guinevere. Just breathe through it.
" I stroked her hair back from her forehead, marveling at the contrast between us—her untouched innocence and my years of carnal knowledge.
Her body trembled beneath mine, adjusting to the unfamiliar fullness of my hard length, and I held myself above her with arms that threatened to shake from the exquisite torture of remaining still when everything in me wanted to thrust, to consume, to take, to possess.
In all my years of conquest, both on the battlefield and in the bedchamber, I had never felt such powerful conflicting desires—to ravage and to protect, all in the same heartbeat.
Gradually, her expression softened. Her hands relaxed their death grip on my shoulders, sliding down to explore my back instead. When she shifted her hips experimentally, I groaned at the sensation.
"That's it," I breathed against her neck, my fingers finding her swollen pearl again. I circled it roughly, determined to replace any discomfort with overwhelming pleasure. "You're mine now. Do you understand?"
She gasped as I withdrew almost completely before driving back into her with a long, deliberate stroke that had her clutching at my shoulders.
"No other man will ever touch you." I thrust again, harder this time, establishing a rhythm that was both punishing and possessive. My fingers worked her hard nub mercilessly as I fucked her, watching her face transform with each stroke. "You belong to me."
"Lance!" Her walls clenched around me, and I could feel her body surrendering completely to the sensations I was creating.
I slammed into her again, increasing the pressure on her sensitive nub, and was rewarded by another gush of wetness that allowed me to push deeper still. "You're going to take every inch of me."
And suddenly, the need to own her, to make her mine, was almost overwhelming. And that was shocking because I had never felt this way about any woman before, and I had had more than my fair share.
Her tightness was almost going to undo me, and the wetness of her juices mixed with her blood was enough to make me spill my seed immediately. But no, I wanted to savor this. And what was more, I wanted to bring her to orgasm.
"Has another ever brought your body to completion?" Why I needed to know this, I couldn't say for certain.
"Yes." A flush spread across her cheeks.
"How did you keep him from—"
She shook her head, interrupting me. "No… it was… a woman."
At that, I thrust inside her even harder, the image of another woman touching her almost too much to bear. "Show me how she touched you. Touch yourself like she did while my cock is inside you."
Her hand trembled as it moved between our bodies, finding that sensitive bud.
I watched, transfixed, as she began to circle it with hesitant fingers.
The sight of her pleasuring herself while my cock stretched her virgin passage was almost more than I could handle, and I had to fight to keep from filling her with my seed.
"Did you like it when she touched you?"
"Yes."
"Tell me what she did to you."
Her inner walls tightened around me as her pleasure built, the sensation nearly driving me mad. I'd bedded countless women, yet nothing had prepared me for this—for her. The connection between us transcended mere physical pleasure, reaching something deeper that I couldn't name.
When her release finally came, it was with a silent cry, her body tensing beneath mine as waves of pleasure washed over her.
The pulsing of her inner walls around my cock triggered my own climax, and I slammed myself as deeply as I could go in her virgin cunt, spilling myself deep inside her, my entire body shuddering with the force of it.
In that moment, nothing existed beyond this room, this bed, this woman. Not Arthur, not Camelot, and definitely not the tangled web of loyalty and betrayal that awaited us come morning.