[1] WEEPING MONK // you're not what I was looking for

36| Illicit Affairs {Part One}

═ 𝙄𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩 𝘼𝙛𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙨 ═

Lancelot pushes past his fears and a feast brings more than just celebration to the camp.

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You're pulling at me like a lunar tide
I want to love you but I don't know why
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He could not push her away any longer despite all of the reasons for them to not be together. He was hers and hers only. But what could he do? He had one hand free beneath his cloak and it burned to do something bold.

His hand gripped her waist and the other let go of her finger, wrapping around the base of her hair as he edged her backwards rather abruptly and claimed her mouth as his own.

Ari's breath caught in her chest at his boldness, at how he crashed their lips together unlike he ever had done before. A flame spread through her body as she stumbled over her feet and he moved her back against the rock, his hand threaded in her hair protecting her head from any impact. Dominance was not something that he had shown her much other than in a fight and right then it fanned that spreading flame within her further through her body. This was new, even for her.

His lips were on hers, connecting them together passionately and slow, so dangerously slow. Ari was shocked, if anything. It had the air of a tease, the way in which he was taking his time contrasting so greatly to how they had moved at such a speed to get here in the first place. She kissed him back eagerly, hands automatically finding their way to his body in search of some place to hold.

It wasn't just a want this was hunger, a need to feel whole once again and they both felt it. A relief as if breathing air for the first time.

Ari melted into the heat of his palms moulding to the shape of her body where he let them rest. Her fingers ran down his chest and gripped onto his waist, pulling him further into her against the boulder buried in this valley. If it wasn't clear before how he felt about her, then it was certainly clearer than crystal now. One of her hands slid up and remained pressed flat over where she could feel his heart fighting to escape from its ivory cage. His kiss did not wander and nor did his touch but she wanted to feel him everywhere, places where she shouldn't and places where he had never been.

He had acted on an impulse, fiercely unafraid no more to do so. Leaping across the boundary between them he connected them so that she could not doubt him. His worry of her being so far above him as his queen was tossed aside and in that moment he couldn't care less.

She embraced the storm, in fact, she thrived in it. Sending a shiver right through her soul as the knots wound and twisted restlessly in the pit of her stomach.