Page 39 of The Sword & the Stone

I devoured Arthur's mouth like a man starved, pouring years of pent-up desire and longing into the kiss. My hands roamed her body, mapping the dips and curves I'd only ever dreamed of touching. She was soft and pliant beneath me, arching into my touch. Each breathy moan and gasp she made only fueled the inferno raging inside me.

I broke the kiss to trail my lips down the column of her throat, lathing the delicate skin with teeth and tongue. Arthur's head fell back, exposing more of herself to my ravenous mouth. I could feel her pulse fluttering wildly beneath my lips. The urge to bite down was painful to resist.

"Percival," she breathed, my name a plea and a prayer on her kiss-swollen lips. Her fingers tightened in my hair, holding me to her as I worked at the sensitive spot just below her ear. "Please..."

I knew what she wanted, what she needed. It echoed the hunger gnawing at my gut, the desperate need to claim and be claimed in return. With a low growl, I ripped open the tunic she wore, baring her body to my greedy gaze.

Gods, she was exquisite.Milky skin glowed in the flickering firelight, the shadows of my power dancing across her flesh like midnight lace. Perfect, rose-tipped breasts rose and fell with each shuddering breath she took, begging for the touch of my hands, my mouth. The taut plane of her stomach trembled asI skated my fingers over it, feeling the lean muscles bunch and quiver.

I dipped my head, drawing one pebbled nipple into the wet heat of my mouth. Arthur keened, her back bowing off the bedroll as I suckled and laved the sensitive bud. Her fingers scrabbled at my shoulders, blunt nails digging deliciously into my skin. I reveled in her responsiveness.

My hands mapped the lush terrain of her body, committing every swell and hollow to memory. I stroked over the flare of her hips, pulling off her breeches, feeling the silken expanse of her thighs, higher and higher until my fingers brushed the damp curls at the apex of her legs. Arthur jolted as if struck by lightning, a high, breathless moan tearing from her throat.

"Please," she panted, her hips canting shamelessly into my touch. "Percival, I need..."

I silenced her with a searing kiss, swallowing down her pleas as I parted her slick lips with my fingers. She was drenched, molten honey coating my fingers as I stroked through her silken heat. The evidence of her desire made my cock throb almost painfully against the confines of my breeches.

I circled her aching nub with the rough pad of my thumb, relishing the way she shuddered and gasped into my mouth. My fingers delved deeper, teasing her tight entrance before sinking into her welcoming body. Arthur's inner walls clenched around me, drawing me in as I began a slow, tortuous rhythm.

"That's it," I rasped against her lips, my voice guttural with need. "Take what you need from me, Arthur. Fuck my fingers until you scream."

Her hips rolled in time with my thrusting fingers, riding my hand as she moaned against my neck. I could feel her body tensing. She was close, teetering on the knife's edge of release.

I tore my mouth from hers, blazing a trail of open-mouthed kisses down her throat, across her heaving chest. I caught astraining nipple between my teeth, biting down just hard enough to make her yelp.

Arthur's eyes flashed with desperation as she suddenly pushed on my chest. My eyes went wide, and she flipped us over, straddling my hips with her strong thighs. My breath caught at the stunning sight of her above me, a goddess in the flesh, all tousled curls and kiss-bruised lips.

With a wicked smile, she pulled my cock free, and rocked her slick heat against the rigid length, coating me with her arousal. I groaned, my hands flying to her hips, fingers digging into her supple flesh. "Fuck..."

"That's the idea, Shadow Knight," she purred, reaching between us and I hissed as her small hand wrapped around my aching shaft, giving me a firm stroke. My hips bucked up involuntarily, seeking more of her touch.

Arthur rose up on her knees, positioning me at her entrance. Her gaze locked with mine. Then, with agonizing slowness, she sank down on my thick length, enveloping me in her tight, slick sheath.

"Fuck!" The curse tore from my throat as she took me to the hilt, her walls rippling deliciously around my cock. The sensation was indescribable, hot silk and velvet pressure, a heaven I knew she could make me feel. I hadn’t fucked a woman in decades, but even before, it’d never felt like this.

Arthur stilled for a moment, adjusting to my girth stretching her. Then, with a sinful roll of her hips, she began to move, undulating above me like a siren of the seas. Her pace was slow at first, a sensual glide that had me seeing stars. But soon she picked up speed, riding me as she moaned.

I was lost to her, drowning in pleasure as she rose and fell on my cock. Her breasts bounced heavily with each roll of her hips. Our bodies moved in perfect sync. The wet sounds of our fuckingfilled the cave, punctuated by harsh panting and throaty cries of pleasure every time she slammed down on me.

"Gods," Arthur whimpered, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she impaled herself on my shaft. "I'm so full..."

Pride and possession surged through my veins. This fierce, beautiful creature had chosen me, was taking her pleasure from my body. My shadows reacted to the intensity of my need, rising up to caress Arthur's skin, twining around her limbs like phantom lovers. She gasped, her cunt clenching hard around me as the tendrils of darkness stroked her clit.

I thrust up into Arthur's heat, meeting her downward strokes with powerful snaps of my hips. She keened, her fingers digging into my chest as I hit that spot deep inside her again and again.

"Percy!" she cried out, her voice cracking on a sob. "Please, I need—I'm so close?—"

I felt her walls beginning to clench around me, her thighs trembling with the strain of holding back her release. Gritting my teeth, I slid one hand to where we were joined, seeking out the throbbing pearl at the apex of her pussy.

The moment I pressed down on her clit, Arthur shattered, her orgasm crashing over her in a tidal wave. She tossed her head back, crying out her pleasure to the cave walls as her body convulsed around me. The rhythmic squeezing of her cunt was too much for me to withstand. With a hoarse shout, I followed her over the edge, spilling myself deep inside her.

I fucked into her even after I came, letting the aftershocks ripple through us. We slowed, Arthur moaning and cursing.

Then she collapsed onto my chest, boneless and sated. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as we both struggled to catch our breath. My shadows withdrew, slithering back into my body.

It took less than a second to realize that Lancelot was awake too.

Chapter Thirteen

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