I breathed in deeply. "I don't know that I would categorize my feelings toward you as desire."
She stopped walking around me and studied me for a moment. "No?"
"I… I don't know." I looked up at her then, deciding I needed to solve at least one mystery regarding this woman. "When you lay with Lancelot as Elenora…"
"You mean when Lance fucked me?"
I swallowed down the instant jealousy that visited me and just nodded. "Did you…"
"Did I enjoy it?" She raised a single brow at me and then just stood there studying me. "Of course, I enjoyed it. He's a gifted lover with a perfect cock. And he's easily the most beautiful man in Camelot. Why wouldn't I have enjoyed it?"
I immediately regretted asking her. "That is not why I asked."
She smiled, wide and knowing. "You are worried I might only prefer women?"
I nodded. "Not worried. Just curious."
"No, Guinevere, my carnal desires extend to more than just your quim." She smiled again and took a step closer to me. "Though I will admit, I did love the taste of you."
She reached out then and brought her fingers to my chest, just above my heart. I didn't step back or push her away. I just stood there, watching her watching me.
“You feel it too, don’t you?” Her voice curled around me like smoke.
"Feel what?"
“The power inside you. Untapped. Surviving. Waiting.”
She twirled her fingers into my hair, wrapping a tendril around them.
“Such potential," she continued. “You could be so much more than Merlin’s pawn or Arthur’s downfall.”
“What do you mean?”
Morgan was now facing me, and she stepped closer until only an inch or so separated us, shadows flaring around us as she leaned in and whispered, “What if I told you I could help you unlock your true abilities?”
I stood frozen, heart pounding in my chest as Morgan leaned closer still, her eyes glinting with a dangerous light. Before I could process her words or the power emanating from her presence, she reached out and gently tugged the sheet from my grip. It slipped through my fingers, falling to the floor in a soft whisper.
The cool air prickled against my bare skin as I stood before her completely naked, and I felt exposed—raw and vulnerable—yet somehow electrified. A strange power hummed between us, making my heart race and my breath shallow. Morgan's gaze dropped, tracing the contours of my body.
"You desire me." Her words were a whisper as she looked up at me.
"No." I answered too quickly and realized my response wasn't actually true. "I don't… understand what's…" Confusion swirled in my mind; I'd always been drawn to men, yet now I found myself yearning for her touch in ways I couldn't explain or deny.
"Such beauty." Her voice was rich with temptation, each syllable dripping like honey in the dim light. "You've hidden yourself so well beneath armor and illusion, but this—" she gestured to my exposed form, "—this is your true power."
She reached out then and traced the curve of my left breast with her index finger. She moved with deliberate slowness, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake before lingering on my nipple until it hardened beneath her touch. The contact sent sparks of sensation radiating outward, making my knees weaken and my breath catch.
Her touch was so different from Kay's. Where his was dominating, meant to possess and control, hers was soft, delicate, exploratory, and awed.
I stood transfixed, unable to move as conflicting emotions warred within me—shame at my nakedness, fear of my own unexpected response to this woman, and a hunger I'd only felt for Lance and Arthur. Morgan's eyes held mine captive.
"I could promise you pleasure you've never dared to imagine."
"You're trying to seduce me, to keep me from asking questions."
She shook her head. "No."
"Then—"
