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about to knock the blade away. But the look in her eyes was more
wickedly sensual than threatening, so he stayed his hand.

"You're at my mercy, Sir Lancelot," Grace purred.
"Are you going to be a good, obedient captive?"

He was strongly tempted to roll her over, tie her up with what was
left of her bikini, and show her who was whose captive. Instead he
arched his hips and slid slowly deeper. "Your wish is
my ...pleasure."

Her soft mouth fell open at the sensation as her eyelids drifted to
half-mast. "Good. Ohhh, good." A pink tongue flicked out to
wet tempting lips. She bent until her breasts hung lusciously over
his mouth and pressed the knife's cool mock threat to his throat.
"Then suck my nipples, captive."

With a groan of hunger, he lifted his head and obeyed the rough
command, swirling his tongue over and around each hard little peak
in turn as he simultaneously rolled his hips upward, driving his
shaft even deeper into her slick, clamping depths.

His head spun. She felt so damn good. He couldn't remember the
last time a woman had turned the tables on him so deliciously. Two
of a kind, he thought, drowning in heat as he stroked harder,
faster. They were two of a....



Lance bucked against her, his skilled mouth locked on the tip of one
quivering breast. The raw, unbelievable pleasure made her shiver.
Made her burn.

Until she had to have more.

Grace threw the knife aside with a flick of her wrist and leaned
back to grab both ankles. Circling her hips, she ground down hard on
his thick width. "God, Lancelot," she whimpered. "You
make me...."

"Yeah," he said roughly, deepening his rolling thrusts.
Strong male hands clamped over the tops of her thighs, holding her
captive for his cock. His voice dropped to a guttural purr,
rumbling an incomprehensible torrent of words in a language that
hadn't been spoken in centuries. She could feel her orgasm
building, hot and cold and blinding, a corkscrew of pleasure
twisting up her spine. Until she heard herself begging in a hoarse,
broken voice. "Lancelot, God, please...."

"Yessss." A big hand snapped up, wrapped around the base of her