Desire clouded my mind; minutes ago I wanted to slam Arthur's head until it tolled like Camelot's bells. Blood pumped in my heart when my hand connected with his handsome face. Savoring his shock, I smirked at my bewildered husband until he grabbed me. Something new hot and dangerous formed in my center when his arms locked around my squirming body, his lips seeking mine passionately. I didn't realize that I tore his tunic until my hands moved feverishly across his chest, desperate to feel his skin. His cool fingers ignited flames along my spine, and I understood the concept of blinding desire for a man, no just Arthur. My lower regions were hot, tight and ready for him to take into a dark place of pleasure. My heart pumped when he tossed me on our bed then, he paused, and did I displease him? I thought we enjoyed this together. I thought he wanted me. I noticed uncertainty in his eyes. Raising a trembling hand, "Why did you stop? Please take me."

"Guinevere, I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't. Don't make me beg."

"Guinevere."

"It couldn't hurt any more than your words."

Desire flared in Arthur's eyes; I knew my husband better than he knew himself. It was easy to ignite his temper. I wanted his temper today; I desired to clutch his body at this moment, at the height of passion and anger. What am I thinking? I'm thinking that I want to make love to my husband.

"Undress," he commanded in a strong, clear voice.

His desire glazed eyes hypnotized me as he removed his clothing. I traced my fingers down my lace straps to the hem of my chemise. My fingers curled and lifted the fine cotton gown over my head as anticipation grew in my body. Confidently, I sat on the bed, my legs hanging on the sides wearing only a hesitant smile, waiting for Arthur's next command.

"Move forward on the bed." I perched on the edge of his bed and waited patiently for his next order.

"You enjoyed giving me orders, Guinevere. It's your turn. Place your hands behind you, close your eyes and open your legs."

My eyes shut tightly as I leaned back on our cool bed covering; spreading my legs as Arthur's eyes rested on my hot moist center. Lowering his frame, his hands tightly gripped my thigh and, he sucked an aroused nipple deep into his warm mouth; a small groan slipped from my lips as he tugged my nipple deeper and harder into his wet mouth. My chest arched to meet his mouth as I reached for his shoulder to steady my body. His nibbling, sucking mouth created a vortex of pleasure in my mind, flinching in delight with every tongue swipe.

"Don't move your hands."

Struggling to obey, my fingers dug into the mattress to support my sweat slick body.

His mouth sucked on my other nipple until it was hard and damp, then, he trailed a hot moist path down my chest as his hands roughly push my legs wider. That feels good.

"You're soaking wet for me, Guinevere," he murmured as his fingers flick my hard nub.

I grunted sharply with desire when he tunneled two fingers deep into my soaking wet channel. My center lifted, and writhed hard against his plunging, twisting fingers. Heat floods my tight sheath; my back arched from our bed, sweat drips down my back. I don't care if the sun is out, and Nobles and common people past our chamber. I'm sure everyone can hear my shouts of pleasure.

It feels so good. Different than ever before, and I want all of him.

"Lean back, and play with your nipples."

My hands shift quickly from the bed, cupping my breasts; I caressed my hard wet nipples. Desire pulsed in my blood. His wet tongue teased my drenched button as I arched into his mouth as my body begged for more.

"No, Guinevere, I control this." Arthur hovered over me; his dark blue eyes searched my soul. He pressed my hands next to my head, a tingling sensation flared hotly.

I opened my eyes to see him shifting, moving between my parted legs, cupping my bent knees with his hands.

"Are you sure you want this?"

Stroking his face, I pressed a hard kiss to his lips as our eyes locked.

He plunged his hard shaft into me with one swift force thrust forcing a groan from my lips, shutting my eyes. I savor our joining; gripping his shoulders as he set a pounding rhythm inside of me. My mouth dropped open in a soundless scream; my head rested on his damp shoulder. His skin is hot and moist as I dug my nails into his flesh. His hips moved harder, frantically, thrusting his member deeper and more quickly inside of me; his chest crushed my breasts when he flattened me to his bed, my fingers tangled in my hair. Arthur's tongue plundered the depths of my mouth. I writhed under his plunging hips; my nails scraped his back. My moans and his grunts echoed around chamber. Sweat poured from my body as I shook in his arms.

"Mine," Arthur gritted in my ear harshly. "You will always be mine. You were always mine, even before we met."

"Arthur," I whimpered breathlessly.

"Do you feel me, Guinevere?"

"Yes."

Arthur's hips pushed fiercely against me until my eyes popped open to gaze at his intense expression mingled with tenderness.

"Just me always."

"Yes, Arthur, just you," I moaned.

I screamed in pleasure as my head moved aimlessly around. "Surrender yourself to me Guinevere; submit like you never have before." I climaxed hard, clenching around him as my screams faded into tiny whimpers of surrender. Arthur shuddered above me as his essence roared into my waiting womb.