"I'm here." I looked at him with a deliberate smirk as he approached me, all the while trying to project confidence I didn't feel.
"I'm hungry." He took me in from head to toe, his gaze lingering on the curve of my breasts, the narrowing of my waist, the flare of my hips. His eyes darkened with desire, pupils expanding.
"For what?" My voice was huskier than intended, betraying the effect he had on me despite my better judgment. We didn't have time for another round of lovemaking. With the sun now in the sky, our chances of getting caught were much greater.
Lance's gaze burned into mine, those dark eyes holding me captive as he closed the distance between us. Each step was deliberate and measured. The morning light streaming through the window caught the sharp angles of his face, highlighting the strong line of his jaw and the determined set of his mouth.
Gods, he was so stunningly beautiful.
When he reached me, his hands slid around my waist, fingers splaying across my bare skin as he lifted me effortlessly into his arms. My body felt weightless against his powerful frame, his strength evident in the way he held me as though I weighed nothing at all.
The scent of him filled my senses as he cradled me closer, one arm supporting my back while the other curved beneath my thighs. His touch sent sparks racing along my skin, awakening every nerve ending despite my growing concern about the advancing hour.
"I'm hungry for your cunt in my mouth," he growled, the raw hunger in his voice sending shivers through me.
He carried me to the bed in three long strides, laying me down with surprising gentleness. Then he loomed over me—his massive shoulders blocking the morning light as he knelt in front of me, spreading my legs.
"Lance, your release is still inside me."
"I don't care."
He pulled my lips apart and studied my quim, which was, no doubt, visibly swollen from our earlier passions. His eyes gleamed with appreciation and possessiveness. He ran his finger down my slit, and I bucked beneath him, unable to control my body's response to his touch.
"Still wet, just how I want you."
"Lance," I started, looking up at him, anxiety creeping into my voice. The first gray light of dawn was already seeping around the edges of my heavy curtains. "Everyone will be waking soon. It won't be safe for you to remain here any longer."
The thought of discovery sent ice through me—not just for my sake, but for his. Arthur's champion found in bed with another knight would create a scandal enough, without the revelation of what truly lay beneath my magical disguise.
He thrust his finger inside me without warning, and I instantly arched against him, a gasp escaping my lips before I could stifle it. The sudden invasion sent waves of pleasure radiating through me, my inner walls clenching greedily around his finger, which soon became two. My body betrayed me utterly, responding to him with embarrassing eagerness even as my mind raced, still calculating the risks and consequences.
Each passing moment increased our chances of discovery, yet I couldn't bring myself to push him away.
"I am going to taste my woman, and nothing is going to stop me."
Then he pulled his fingers out of me and pushed my thighs further apart, his large hands spanning them easily. Before I could say another word, his tongue was on my sensitive nub, sucking and pulling as I gripped the bed linens and moaned. He moved his tongue down my slit and began fucking me with it as I rocked my hips against his face, loving the feel of him on and in my most sensitive place. The morning's dangers seemed to recede in the face of such exquisite pleasure—my body surrendering while my mind continued its silent calculations.
My body tensed on the precipice of release when he suddenly withdrew, rising to his full height before me. His cock jutted proudly between us, the swollen head gleaming with moisture as it hovered at my entrance. A desperate sound escaped my throat, my flesh throbbing and empty, silently begging to be filled.
"Tell me you're mine." He stroked his cock up and down with deliberate, torturous slowness, the tip revealing his release that had already started to bead at the slit. His eyes burned into mine, demanding not just pleasure but submission—ownership.
"I'm yours." The words escaped before I could consider their weight, their implications extending far beyond this moment of passion.
"What else is mine?" His hand still worked his length as he hovered at my entrance.
"My body is yours, Lance."
And then he shoved himself within me, claiming what I'd just declared his own. He fucked me hard and fast, and soon we both reached our peaks; then he collapsed against me. His face rested on my breasts, and he eagerly pulled one nipple into his mouth, sucking it.
"I must leave you now." He separated himself from my nipple and sat up. "But know I will come up with a plan."
"What should I do in the meantime?"
"Continue on as Lioran." He bent down to pull his discarded braies back on. "And avoid Kay at all costs." He paused and took a deep breath. "I have decided to come to you each night and remain here to ensure he doesn't find you alone."
"Lance…"
He looked at me and silenced me with the expression in his eyes, pulling his tunic over his head. His muscled torso caught the dim light, shadows playing across the scars that mapped his years of battle.
