Goddess of Legend (Goddess Summoning #7)(64)

Arthur laughed, even as he pulled her up and into his arms. "How much more exploration do you want?"

"Years."

"That sounds wonderful. However, 'tis my turn."

His fingers trailed up and down, from the side of her breast to her hip and up again. "You are so soft. I wish my hands were not so rough."

"I love your hands, Arthur."

He leaned over and took her breast in his mouth, suckling and licking her oh-so-sensitive nipple. Isabel cried out, arching upward. The sensation radiated all the way down and nearly exploded between her legs.

His tongue ran slowly one more time over her breast, and then his mouth returned to hers, kissing her as his hand traveled down over her belly, and then lower. Those rough fingers explored her, spreading her lower lips apart, and gently caressing her.

"Oh, dear gods," she said as an orgasm shook through her. Her entire body shuddered. He held her close, still stroking her until he'd managed to wring every ounce of shattering ecstasy out of her.

He raised his head and smiled down at her, his green eyes heavy but sparkling. "Oh, lady, the gods created you for loving. You are so sweet and wet and beautiful in your . . . your ..."

"Happiness," she finished for him.

She grabbed his arm, pulled him over and down onto his back. "I very much want to give you happiness," she said.

"I am already . . . oh, gods, Isabel," he said as she slipped lower and took him into her mouth. "Please, I do not want to be anywhere but inside you, part of you, when I find this . . . oh . . . this happiness. Please."

Isabel lifted her head but continued to stroke his penis. "I want your happiness any way you want it."

He choked with laughter. "Hey, you, please do this," he said, then rolled her to her back.

"Do what, my lord?" she asked.

"Spread yourself for me. Allow me entrance."

"You had but to ask."

He kneeled between her legs, again stroking her into a near frenzy. "I will not hurt you?" he asked.

"You will if you stop."

He laid overtop her and kissed her. Then slowly, way too slowly, he entered her.

She took his face in her hands. "Arthur, it feels so good. Please, it does not hurt. Do not hesitate."

His eyes squeezed shut, then he began to move inside her. Still slowly, but so steady, and Isabel realized in her fog of frenzy he was trying to prolong the exquisite agony.

But she was going to come again, and soon. She grabbed his hips, pushing against his body, needing to feel it all over again, although in a totally different way. "Please, Arthur. I need this."

The floodgates opened. He pushed into her harder and faster. She felt his body tense beneath her fingers before he looked at her and said, "I am so in love with you, Isabel." His orgasm hit the inside of her like an internal bomb. As she felt his se**n hit the innermost parts of her, she, too, came.

Chapter Nineteen

'TWAS almost dawn afore Arthur reluctantly left Isabel. He did so only after she had demanded he had need to go do "you, do this, and, you, do that," kingly stuff.

He was still smiling as he entered the outer quarters of the royal chambers where he had laid his head for days now.

He stopped short when he saw Gwen, perched upon his furs.

"Late night, Arthur?"

"It appears that you are feeling much better, Gwen. I am very glad."

"Where have you been?"

"Why in the world would it matter to you?"

"You are my husband. I am entitled to know where my husband has been."

He stepped farther into the room, finding himself angry that she would ruin his exhilaration over the night he'd just had. He had so hoped to climb into bed and relive the memories over and over until slumber overtook him.

"I believe that you have lost the right to even inquire, Gwen. But since you ask, I fell asleep elsewhere."

'Twas the truth. In between lovemaking, both he and Isabel had dozed, only to have one or the other awake to have the other kissing and fondling, until they would make love again.

"You were with another," Gwen said.

"Gwen, your hypocrisy astounds me."

"I am still your wife, Arthur. And still the queen."

"By my grace only, if you need that reminder."

She stood, and Arthur looked at her, trying to remember the last time he had wanted her. It was a sad fact that he could not. She was a beautiful woman to be sure, small of stature with a slight frame. She had a flirtatious smile that he one time found enchanting.

Yet right now she appeared pale, and her eyes so accusing, almost mean.

"It is your precious countess, is it not?"

"First of all, she is not mine, unfortunately, but precious works. And second, you lost all rights to ask questions of me many moons ago. Go back to your own bed, Gwen. This is mine, and I desperately want an hour of sleep afore I wake to start the day."

She stepped forward. "Arthur, I am so sorry. I made a grave error. But now I am ready and willing for the two of us to renew what we had."

"You will toss Lance aside so easily?"

"You, my husband, are my first priority."

Arthur could not believe the disgust that had him almost heaving.

"Do you not understand," he asked her, "how much Lance loves you? We found him at your trysting cabin, tearing and shredding those mushrooms that made you ill. He was torn apart. Has he been just a toy to you? Do you not care at all?"