The Warlord's Wife

[Guinevère]

Ask him. He'd asked that of her twice now, but Guinevère would not ask for something from him. She would ask nothing from her jailer. Thankfully, he did not make her for he grabbed her ankle and pulled her toward the edge. Again the display of his power brought both the slightest edge of fear--a reminder that if he wished he could make her do many things--and the feeling of her need growing. She liked it when he did that. When he showed in some small effortless way that he was stronger then her. It frightened her, because she knew he used that power for death, but she was also ashamed to admit it did much, much more then frighten her. It made her wet. It made her need him more.

He pulled her legs apart, and for a brief second she thought back to the girl she once was, the one who could never have imagined being opened to a man's gaze like this, before his mouth took her and she forgot to think at all! She had tried to sit up but he had kept her down, so she laid there and felt his mouth on her. Her hand reached up to cover her face, as she tried not to think about who was doing this too her, and just feel. Her other hand reached down, and fisted into his locks as she held him to her. Her breathing, and the sounds of his sucking, were the only sounds in the room and they felt too loud. When he did something just right she gasped, and moaned under his lips.

She didn't even know his name! It was something she was becoming more and more aware of. The nameless man that had control of her body was making her feel more in this one night then she'd felt since her father died. Since her son had died. She didn't want to think about the last time she'd felt joy, and instead blinked back the tears as she felt herself growing close. "So close!" She told him, wanting him to push her over the invisible edge!

Arthur Pendragon

[Arthur Pendragon]

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He felt more than saw her hand in his hair, gripping it in what he took as silent encouragement. The quiet sound that escaped her, the way he felt her back arch pressing her deeper into his touch . . . all involuntary sounds and actions just spurred him on. His tongue moved inside the folds of her skin, pressing against that pleasure spot. His teeth lightly nipping the skin, teasing the sensitive parts of her, working all parts of his mouth to bring her to that peak of ecstasy. He groaned amidst his actions, causing a vibration to surge through where they were joined.

While he knew he was doing this to pleasure her, he could not help but derive his own pleasure from it as well. The delicious taste of her, knowing more would come. The knowledge of what he could do to bring her to such a point of euphoria. He tongue delved deeper and deeper, his hands gripping her waist as his breathing grew heavier. He wanted to push her over that edge as many times as he could; to make her so mindless with pleasure that whenever her husband -- or anyone else -- touched her next, she would think of this moment, and just how far, or how many, times she reached that bliss.

[Guinevère]

Her thighs tightened over his head as he pushed her! "Yes," she breathed, needing him to keep going. She wasn't this vocal normally, but nor was the passion even there normally. There was nothing in her bed but fear, and a slow bitterness with Helios. Here, with this man, there was things she'd never known before. And these new and wonderful things made her speak with more ease.

When the orgasm hot her again, her body stiffened and a shiver moved up her spine. Both of her hands moved to fist in his hair, uncaring that she might hurt him or pull out some of his hair as the sharp waves of pleasure spiraled from his tongue and up through her body! She let out a deep body cleansing gasp for air, as her body turned to water and relaxed. She wasn't sure she could move or speak just yet. She couldn't even care that she was naked and displayed for him. Her fingers relaxed in his hair and she let them fall to her side as she just laid there for a moment, trying to pull herself back.

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He felt her reach the heights of euphoria, her climax as his mouth filled with liquid evidence. Arthur kept going, prolonging the moment until he felt her hands fall from his hair. He had been numbed to all else, even from the force in which she tightly gripped his locks. He was uncaring of it, having been too focused on her. Slowly, he parted his lips from her centre, lowering his head a little. He knew that now would be a perfect time to kiss her again, to see the expression on her face, to . . . gloat, to offer teasing words. But, he did none of those things.

Instead, he lowered from his knees, sitting on the ground and turning, so that his back was against the side of the bed next to where her legs still dangled from the edge, sitting on the floor with his knees propped up a little. He ran his fingers through his hair, pausing mid way as his chest heaved, catching his breath. Folding his lips inward to take in her taste. Such actions seemed reserved for someone who . . . well, was not a stranger. Was not another man's wife.

And yet, the effortless way he had engaged in them was truly reflective of who -- or what -- he had become. So he needed to regain his composure, to not let any regret or emotion slip. He just needed a few moments of not looking at her, to remind himself why he was here. Why he was doing all this. Slowly opening his eyes, he looked at the scattered clothes upon the floor. This, was truly who he had become now.

[Guinevère]

He moved away from her, and sat on the floor looking around the room. Guinevère watched the back of his head, pulling her legs up on the the bed to curl slightly. She was grateful for the watched moment to stare at the back of his golden head. Without him looking at her. Her fingers reached out, and almost touched him, almost ran through his locks in a comforting gesture--but she stopped herself. This wasn't who they were. They were not soft. He was a warrior. He might not have sought out this life, but he'd embraced it. Became good at the killing and did it well enough to gain favor. She was the wife of a war lord who was locked away from the world. This wasn't a fairy tale. She wasn't a princess waiting for a prince or knight to ride in and save her.

"Do you have a name to go with all that arrogance?" She asked, her words meant to sound like everything else she had spoken to him. Instead they were almost whispered, more quietly filling the space that needed to stay between them. She hadn't wanted to know his name. She knew he'd die soon enough--but she also wanted to know it. Wanted to be able to think on him as something besides 'the man'. The man who had awakened her from sleeping after so long.

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Arthur wasn't sure how long they both let the silence linger -- a dangerous thing -- until she asked his name. Silence followed her question. His name. One's name was their identity. Who they were. Often held with meaning. His own name, was one that his mother had given him. She told him it meant noble, though he hadn't been certain how true that was for he'd often told her when he was young that he was not a noble. Little did he understand the depth of it. And now . . . he felt ashamed to carry such a name. As if he had tainted its meaning and all that his mother hoped for, for him. He moved his head back a little so that it too was against the edge of the bed, just as his back was. "Arthur," he answered quietly. He had not failed to notice the tone of her own voice; somehow, it was different than the one before. Just as his own was.

And this, was why he felt it dangerous. To let any silence linger. To let himself think on what they were doing . . . what they had done. As if to break the moment, he reached for his pants and quickly slipped them on, if only to re-engage in that defiance of her telling him that he did not need them. He then stood up and made his way over to the table where there was a cup and pitcher of wine. As he began to pour it, he noticed the package that was still there. Perhaps what had started all of this to unfold in such a way. Raising the cup to his lips, he drank some before lifting the package in his hands and holding it up so that she could see. "Are you really not curious as to what the gift is?" He asked as the smirk reappeared. A tease, a taunt in his voice. For yes. The taunt, the smirk . . . it was all safer than any emotional response to the situation.

[Guinevère]

Even after she asked him the silence lingered. Her fingers were so close to touching him. She suddenly wanted to be held. Wanted to feel safe. He'd felt so strong, that a little voice int he back of her head whispered that maybe he could protect her. Maybe--no. He was her husband's minion. A title she never called Helios' allowed. He would never be anything to her. "Arthur," He finally gave her a name, and she wished she didn't know it. She inhaled a shaken breath, and silently laid there, watching him rest his head on the bed. This was as much comfort, the closest thing to a friend she'd had since she'd heard the farmer's wife scream as Helios' men ran into her village.

He reached for his pants, and the moment was gone. Faded. Arthur. She watched him, still feeling a little raw emotionally from their . . . . what? Unlike with Helios it wasn't force. Yet it wasn't love making. What was their between?

Arthur moved over to take her wine and pour some. He looked at her with that arrogance smirk on his face, and even before he spoke she felt the heavy weight return. She knew he was about to say something she'd hate. "Are you really not curious as to what the gift is?" She blinked and her expression turn to one of stone. Turning from him she pulled the blanket around her, and stood up. She felt exposed and raw, and wanted away from him. She walked with her head high toward her changing screen, refusing to look at him.

Moving toward her changing screen, with so much bitterness in her voice, she told him again to burn it. "I want nothing to do with his gift. Burn it." She wanted nothing from Helios, and she knew the gifts were his way of trying to win her favor. Or for his mind, win back her favor since he thinks he once held it. "Then make yourself useful and fetch something to eat." The later was only meant to put him in his place, since his words had hurt. She wanted him to feel benith her.

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He knew that this was safest. That this dynamic, whatever it was between them, was the safest course of action. That he taunted her and she spoke to him coldly. This, was how it should be. Nothing else. She told him that she didn't want it and to burn it. He wasn't going to do that. If she wished to burn it, she could do that herself. So instead, he tossed it across the room, onto the bed -- her bed -- where it would be waiting for her whenever she stepped from the changing screen. She then told him to fetch something to eat.

As if he was some sort of dog. Arthur finished the rest of the wine from his cup, using that to continue to numb whatever -- dare he say emotions -- that had so threatened to surface. Perhaps they even had. "I've had enough to eat," he said sarcastically, his words holding a clearly suggestive tone considering what he had just done with her. The sarcasm came in for he knew she was referring to getting her something to eat. Not him. He refilled his cup, moving to sit on the chair, leaning back in it as he closed his eyes for the briefest of moments where she could not see. Opening the only a few moments after as he took another drink. "I am not your servant," he added on. He was meant to watch her, not fetch her meals. Just in case she had any doubt in that.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère heard his reply that he had enough to eat, and was thankful he couldn't see her face. Here, behind the screen she didn't have to be so strong. She opened her wardrobe and looked around in it wanting something to to cover herself. She picked a robe that belted. It covered more then the clothes that Helios' picked out for her. Right now she needed covering. She didn't want to give him a show. His voice came to her again, as she heard him tell her that he wasn't her servant.

Walking out she paused, taking in the sight of him laying back in her chair, resting his head back in a lazy manner. Was his guard dropping? He wore only his trousers and the sight of him made her belly tighten. Maybe t was her guard dropping. She could ply him with wine, and let him sleep the night away. Walking slowly forward she took the cup for his hands and drank from it, before filling it and setting it before him. Let him drink it. She hadn't handed it too him, for that would be too telling but she had made it easier for him to drink.

Her eyes trailed over his naked chest, and for a moment she was tempted to climb in his lap. Yet she didn't. The bed had complicated this, and she wasn't how she felt as of yet. "And yet, you served we well in my bed." She quipped back to his earlier comment. Turning from him with her own smirk the was about to walk toward the bed to put the blanket back but there, on her bed was the gift. HE'D put it there. She stood there for a moment before turning away from the bed and moving to pull the cord knowing the servants would come. Come and find him half naked in her room. Let him scramble about with that. Since she'd pulled it before, he'd know what she'd done.

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Though she approached, Arthur made no move towards her, or even to acknowledge her nearing presence . . . that is, until she took the cup from his hand. He looked at his empty hands, noticing that was twice now that she had done that. First with his pants, now with his drink. Though he supposed technically, it was her cup. She set it back on the table before telling him that he served her well in bed. He knew that there was truth to that; complying with her demand. Taking her in his mouth. "As you served me well," he returned, speaking of her offering her body to him. For him to thrust inside of her, opening her legs to him.

When he heard nothing in return he looked at what she was doing . . . and that was when she pulled the cord. Inwardly, Arthur knew that there should be panic. That he should be hurrying to gather his things, as if caught doing the unspeakable. But he did not fear Helios and his wrath. In fact, he welcomed it. Just . . . not like this. So he let out a heavily annoyed sigh as he rose to his feet and walked over to where she stood so that he could reach for his shirt. "We still have a few days time before he returns," he began to say. "Would you not want to enjoy those days while we can?" With that smirk, he reached down and pulled his shirt over his head.

"The choice is yours." To tell them now, or later. But he was fairly certain that once Helios saw the marks he'd left on her. Did she even know that they were there. Once his shirt was on, he leaned towards her, as if to kiss her but paused mere inches before their lips would have touched. "For now." Because when he returns, he'll see for himself. A reference to the mark on her neck, and the bruises on her thigh. With that, he then reached for his vest, pulling it on and fastening the buckles as he turned his back to her and proceeded to pick up his sword belt and boots. He knew he didn't have much time yet . . . he remained composed.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère might have been trying to annoy him, and from the sound of things it had worked, but not she was annoyed too. His words. A few days with him? He had almost kissed her, and it put this thought in her head. This unwelcome thought lingered there. A few days with the man that had made her feel alive. She had plans to escape, but he was right in that Helios would be gone for a few days. Another night to feel alive. It angered her that it tempted her. Yet she knew that she needed to escape tonight.

Let him think she'd said yes. She could take him in to her body, feel that aliveness until he slept and then disappeared. The room was set up where there was only one door, but you could not see the whole room from the door way. There was a pillar against the wall that would block view of him. AND block his view of the door. A test she decided to see if this would work. Gesturing toward it, "Stand there, and be unseen. Then be ready to undress. I will make use of your days." No use putting on his clothes, she would be demanding the remove them again very soon.

The knock came and she waited to see what he would do. Pull on his boots, or step back to make sure no one saw his state of undress. Once his choice was made, she turned to open the door half way. "A meal, for myself and jailer." The word slipped out, jailer not guard. The servant, a small tiny man nodded and told her it would be a half hour and he would return. Guinevère said nothing, letting him walk away. She stood there then, looking back at the pillar and waiting to see if he look right away with no voices. Testing to see how ling she would have if she made a run for it. IF she did this tomorrow, or tonight. If he was naked and she dressed. How long did that give her? Finally she shut the door, and leaned on it, untieing her robe so that when he finally did step out, he would not think too much on why it took so long; but instead be greeted with distraction.

Upon seeing him she spoke, "Tell me what you would do with these days?" What did he plan to do with her?

There was something else, in the back of her mind. Something she couldn't think on. He had given her a choice. Something she'd not had in three years. And the knowledge was heavy. A comforting wight, were as Helios was a chain.

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He waited for her answer, and soon enough, it came, telling him to be unseen and not to bother dressing. He left the buckles on his vest undone, as it was too late to remove all the layers once again. Especially considering the knock at the door came only moments after. Quick response time indeed. Arthur moved to step behind the pillar, though did not have his guard lowered. He knew he was tasked to watch her for a reason. Should anyone make threat against her. But, the conversation that ensued seemed simple enough. Her asking for a meal -- much to his surprise, she told the servant to bring food for him as well. He expected her not to, but was hardly going to complain.

The footsteps faded into the hallway and Arthur waited . . . and waited. Realizing he was still holding his sword belt with his weapon, he finally stepped out from behind the pillar, looking at he as she asked what he would do in these days . . . and of course, noticing the way her robe was untied. He slightly raised an eyebrow, looking over her. "Do you greet all servants in such a state of undress?" He asked rhetorically, with the same teasing. A taunt, as if uncertain whether she had opened her robe before or after the servant came.

As he already acknowledged, he knew he was not the first she seduced. So couldn't help but wonder just how bold she was among the others. "As for these days . . . " He said, setting his sword belt to the side. A sword that was marked for Helios. "I did not think it was like you to ask, but rather, simply make demands," he told her teasingly, still keeping an almost playful distance between them as he rather casually folded his arms across his chest, and leaned against the pillar . . . much int he same way she had leaned against the door.

[Guinevère]

"Do you greet all servants in such a state of undress?" Distraction worked. Her plan would work! The knowledge that she could escape tonight made her smile, and she didn't often smile. "I thought you weren't a servant," she returned, not picking up on his insult. She assumed he knew this wasn't her normal, and that she was letting down her guard--which was why he was letting down his. "I did not think it was like you to ask, but rather, simply make demands," She'd asked? No, she had been careful in her words for she would not ask him to do anything.

"I believe I asked what you would do with these days. I wasn't asking you to do anything. I will ask no man for anything." They already took too much. Took her home. Took her innocence. Took her baby. Took her happiness. Took her body. No. She'd ask for nothing. "I was inquiring what you would do, if I allowed it." In the relem of Helios' world--she was queen here in a way. While she often ordered servants to bring her bath and bring her food--she'd never ordered his men. Howeever she still had that power in a way. One she'd give up for freedom without needing to even hear someone ask the question.

He leaned there and she pressed her palms against the door. "You have half an hour before the food arrives." She was inviting him over, without asking. "Undress. I want to watch you. And then come to me." She doubted he'd do it, but she still liked the way he reacted when she got bossy. Giving her what she wanted while taking it his way. It made her egar to see how he'd react now.

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No, he wasn't. He assumed she was just teasing in the misinterpretation of his statement, though he did not feel the need to rectify it as she went on to speak of how she had not asked anything. How she would ask no man for anything. If he didn't know any better, he'd say she sounded like a woman scorned. Perhaps, she was. But Arthur did not have any intention of delving deep into her past. Whatever was between them, was on the surface. Whenever it threatened to become more, they both pushed it aside. For he too had even felt those brief moments where it almost became . . . emotionally driven.

"We'll see if that changes," he said, taking it almost a challenge of sorts. To see if she would find herself asking, rather than demanding. And . . . he had days to make it so. She then told him to undress and come closer, and Arthur just watched her, the same expression on his face. They had half an hour before the food came and . . . whatever time after that. He moved to remove the vest that remained unbuckled, tossing it to the ground, acting as if he was going to comply with her demands. Yet, he stopped there. Not removing his shirt nor his pants, and leaning back against the pole. "You're right," he said, now referencing her earlier words. "I am not a servant." The reminder that she had stated upon his previous words of not being a servant to her.

"So I care little for doing what you want. Especially as you still have not asked nicely for such things." Thrice now he had reminded her of asking, and he was rather enjoying continuing that taunt. As if to further make a statement, he made his way back to the chair that was at the table, sitting in it, but this time, propping his feet up on it in an all too relaxed manner. He did not take the wine cup again, but had a nonchalant demeanour. "So if you do in fact want something, just come and take it." This time, he was going to watch her. He was going to see what she intended to do, rather than bark commands at him and expect full compliance.

[Guinevère]

Yes, she had smiled. Yes for a moment she had allowed herself to feel. "So I care little--" he kept speaking, but her smile slipped at the reminder. No this was something she should enjoy. This wasn't something she could let down her guard for. She needed to keep her plan in play and escape. He cared little about her. She was a job. If he knew the depts of her desperation it would not be care that he gave--it would be ruthlessness. He'd watch her closer. Why else would be be in her room. Guards could watch the door, for there was no way in or out besides that. He was here to make sure she behaved. She took Helios' gift. That she stayed in place.

"So if you do in fact want something, just come and take it." He moved away, and his back was toward for a moment. She took the moment to take a deep breath, and let the persona of the powerful queen take over. No more smiles. Just her demands. Keep him at an arms length. Whomever made the first move would be conceding power. She could not afford to give him power over her--but nor could she afford to ruin this between them. She needed him naked, and without guards in place in order to escape. She would have to yield an inch, to take the mile.

Squaring her shoulders she walked over to stand before him. Lifting one knee to the side of the chair, before slowly swinging her leg over his so that knee was on the other side of his hips. Lowering herself to his lap she sat there looking down at him. "I intend to take everything I want tonight." She told him, meaning her freedom, as her fingers threaded in his hair and she pulled his head back while she leaned forward to take his mouth.

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Truth be told, Arthur wasn't entirely certain how Guinevère was going to react. She may very well stay there. She could have walked passed him. She could have ignored him completely. There was this . . . odd sense of anticipation that filled him, curious -- intrigued -- to know what she would do. He did not have to wait long to find out, for she came towards him, and moved to sit on his lap, telling him that she intended to take everything she wanted tonight. Well, that sounded promising. Before he could verbally response, she pulled his head back and captured his lips with her own.

The intensity of the kiss was like before, yet it still made his heart beat heavier in his chest. With his feet having been propped on the table, he moved them to the edge of it and pushed the table forward, so that he could bring his legs to the ground, planting his feet upon it and give Guinevère more stability on his lap, as he could brace her easier. He breathed heavily into the kiss, one hand finding its way through the open robe as it moved around her stomach to her back, trailing up the skin of it to feel the curve of her back. Wanting more access to her skin, his other hand moved to attempt to pull the robe down from her shoulders completely, while tugging at her lip between his teeth as if to silently urge her to divest herself of the garment.

[Guinevère]

She felt his legs shifted and push the table back. The heavy wooden table. Any time he did that; gave subtle display of his strength she liked it. His hand moved to her back, and she pressed her front closer to him. Her hips rocked over the hardness that she could feel in his trousers. He was big there. He'd asked once if Helios filled her like that and the answer was no. He'd stretched her and filled her as no other.

The reminder of it reminded her that she needed to take her herb to assure no child grew from this. The risk of being locked here forever was too great with a child. Even if she escaped tonight, she wouldn't be able to go as far while growing a babe. She wanted children when it was safe for children. Not before.

He moved to take her robe, and she pulled back, pulling her lip from his teeth, and running her tongue over the place he left on her. Looking down she unlaced his trousers, letting him spring free. Her muscles tightened at the sight of his hard cock. Knowing how well it filled her. Pulling his hand from her to keep her robe on, she looked into his eyes as she spoke. While her tone was humorous, she didn't smile nor smirk. "Ask nicely," she threw this words back at him, humor in her tone.

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She moved back from his task of removing her robe, though unlaced his trousers and freed him. The lifted constraints of the fabric giving him some relief, but not nearly enough as he found himself aching for her. Far more than he ever thought possible. She pulled back from the kiss as well, and Arthur wondered what she was about to say. Another demand. A glare. Her words instead, were teasing, with an underlying tone of humour to them and . . . Arthur couldn't help the slight chuckle that escaped him upon hearing it. After how many times of him asking, she now threw the words back at him. And it felt almost like -- dare he say -- playful banter. Rather than one consumed with tones of resentment. Amusement in such a way was not something Arthur had felt in quite some time. And part of him hated that he felt it now.

But, he couldn't control the instinctive reaction to her words. He only knew that he couldn't dwell on it. He leaned forward to press his face against her cheek, his lips onto her ear. "Have it your way," he practically whispered, the same tease in his voice. He was not going to ask nicely, and would find a way to shed her of it soon enough. But right now . . . with his cock freed from his pants, and her hips rocking against him, he needed to fulfil his need.

His hand guided himself to her centre, thrusting his hips forward in one swift motion as he heavily exhaled, pressing his lips against her cheek to muffle the sound. Before another thrust followed, and another, nipping at her jaw before making his way back to her neck. With her low cut clothing, it was one of the rather noticeable places to mark her. Though, such thoughts were secondary. Right now, he was just enjoying how she tasted. How she felt. And that, was what fuelled his actions in this immediate moment.

[Guinevère]

He leaned forward and whispered her in ear. Guinevère closed her eyes and bit her lip at his tone,a nd the way the deep timber of his voice felt in her ear. Then, taking her by pure surprise he trusted into her! Her eyes flew wide as she went from empty to filled in a single moment! Her voice left her body in a surprise half gasp half groan of pleasure! It hurt but only in the best of ways and she wanted it more! "A---" She'd almost called his name, but just stopped herself!

Her shaking hands moved tot he hair behind him, but then ended up on his shoulders as she used him to support herself as she felt him trust again and again! Getting her self adjusted she began to lift up and push down on him with each trust he made. Falling into the rhythm of his pounding! Yes! They still had their clothes on, but it was a reminder of what this was! His lips at her neck only made the moment feel stronger and better!

Her fingers tightened over him. Her way? Yes her way! She wasn't sure what her way was, but if this was it then yes! She liked whatever this was. Their way? No! There was no their. No them. Her way then. She liked her way!

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She had started to speak, but stopped herself. And, something told him he knew exactly what she was going to say. Of course, it could be a far fetched assumption, but instinct told him it was his name. And, perhaps it was better that she not say it. Had this been a woman he loved, someone he cherished and cared deeply for, he would long to hear his name fall from her lips. He would long to hear her say it out in the heat of such passion. But . . . that was not the case between them. They were strangers. They knew each other's names but that was it. He knew nothing else about this woman, apart from her spouse. And, that was the safest way to keep it.

Instead, Arthur focused on each thrust, on how she moved with him. Their bodies seemingly falling into perfect sync which . . . was yet again, odd. For two strangers to find such a rhythm. But he had no complaints. It allowed him to move faster, deeper within her, picking up momentum as he moved at a more rapid pace. He intended to finish before their meals came. One hand went to her cheek, as he used the position to tilt her head back, further exposing her neck as his teeth grazed along the skin, sucking where he could, teasing and toying with the sensitive flesh. His hand on her cheek spanned over it, his thumb on her mouth, running over her bottom lip as he pushed harder and harder into her. Breathy grunts of sheer pleasure and need, as he felt his cock throb deep within her heat and knew it was not much longer now until he would find his release.