Page 39 of A Dream of Redemption
A second finger followed and his tongue began its teasing, sensual pursuit once more, his licks in time with his fingers until she writhed, sobbed, clung to her sanity as her fingers reached to tightly clutch his head again. She cried out, seeking the ecstasy his attentions promised.
Everything was spinning. She sobbed his name. Her hips moving, seeking, wanting…Then, finally when she thought she might faint from the sensations pounding through her body, she shattered, his name screaming from her lips, her thighs clamping round his shoulders as she grabbed the white heat of release.
Helen sunk into the luxury of bliss, knowing nothing but the incredible pleasure Clary had given her. Through her closed eyelids she sensed him watching her as he tenderly caressed her stomach with one hand. Her legs relaxed from where they gripped his shoulders and fell to the bed. The feelings sweeping her impaled her heart. She could never imagine doing this with anyone other than Clary.
She opened her eyes to find him as always watching her. She smiled at him and reached for his hand. They entwined their fingers and a glow of satisfaction and tenderness hit. Fate had led her to her soulmate. She’d never been so sure of anything.
Floating on the euphoria of pleasure she trailed her fingers over his handsome face and stopped at his lips. “Thank you for showing me how wonderful pleasure can be.”
He pressed a kiss to her palm. “The pleasure was all mine.”
She frowned and moved to sit up. “But you have not received any pleasure.”
“Oh I have. Watching you was enough.”
“Teach me—show me, how I can pleasure you. Can I do to you what you did to me?”
His eyes flared with heat. “Yes,” he croaked out. “But there is no need.”
She rose to her knees and gently pushed him back on the bed. “Oh, I think need is most definitely the order of the day—both for you and for me. I suspect giving you pleasure will enthrall me too.”
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Clary couldn’t think. She rose above him like Venus herself. The offer of what she wanted to do to him saw his common sense flee. The idea of those luscious lips wrapped round his cock made him harden further and his erection jumped free of his breeches.
Her eyes drank in the sight of him and he saw them widen in curiosity and, to his surprise, lust. He recognized the look. She reached for him then, and he gritted his teeth as her small hand wrapped tightly around his pulsating shaft. She looked at him expectantly. His hand rose to cover hers so he could show her what to do. When their hands touched, a flash of emotion consumed him and his heart swelled in his chest. Why did this feel so right when he knew it was so wrong?
She knew nothing about his past but he pushed the horrid shame aside, selfishly wanting her with every fiber of his being. Perhaps her innocent touch would wash his sins clean away.
She soon was not content with working his shaft. Her other hand went exploring, pushing his breeches to his knees, baring his taut sac to her gaze and touch. She cupped and fondled it and soon he could not stop a moan of need from slipping between his lips.
She spied the liquid that eased from the tip of his penis, and immediately she dipped her head and licked. Now it was his turn to grip the sheets while her tongue began to explore the hard length of him. He would not last long under her innocent exploring.
She grew bold. Her eyes met his and she smiled as she slipped her hot, wet mouth over the head of his erection and suckled. His back arched off the bed and he moaned, his breathing becoming ragged.
He could not tear his gaze from the erotic sight of her pleasuring him with her mouth. Soon the wave of euphoria swept in and he couldn’t help but lift his hips, driving deeper into her mouth as he sought the crest of the wave. He was going to climax…He pulled her off him, gripped his shaft, and with hips jerking, his seed shot into his hand. He collapsed back on his bed unable to utter a single word.
Helen lay down beside him and pressed kisses to his bare shoulders and his arm came around to pull her close. They lay there simply soaking in each other. Her nakedness pressed to his side while his breeches still tangled at his knees.
He knew he should be horsewhipped. He wondered if he’d let this happen in order to erase the shame and humiliation. Meeting Fairfax in the park today…Clary repressed a shudder. He’d wanted the ground to open up and swallow him. He’d wanted to put his hands around Fairfax’s neck and squeeze and squeeze. But he hadn’t. As usual he was unable to fight back. If he had, the only one who’d lose would be him.
Clary was not stupid. A man like him attacking a peer…He wouldn’t let pride stand in the way of survival. He had not endured so much to throw it all away on a revenge that would not make his past any more palatable.
Whenever the past came back to haunt his nightmares, he sought out the touch and softness of a woman. He always wanted sex with a woman when memories of his abuse surfaced. Had he taken advantage of what Helen offered just to ease his pain?
He swallowed hard, pushing away the degrading memories of Fairfax’s mouth on him.
No. He had wanted her for more than just her goodness. She stirred him and made him believe that he was a better man than he was.
He reached for Helen, breathing deep, filling his lungs with her feminine scent. Now he had more to feel guilty about. She was not someone he could simply use. She demanded more from him. Demanded his affections and he’d been so badly hurt by anyone he’d chosen to love that he didn’t know if he could open his heart to her.
His gaze drifted possessively over her. Oh, how he wished she were not a well-bred lady or perhaps he wished for the millionth time he’d been born a lord. Then he could smite Fairfax down and destroy those who haunted him from his past. Clary’s mood was dark. He wanted her gone before he did something he’d regret, like sinking between her soft, eager thighs.
“We should get dressed. Your coach has been too long in the street, and you’ve had more than enough time to see to my wound.”
She sighed against his chest, her breath hot and sensual. He thought it ironic that she was the first woman he wanted to keep in his bed forever, but the only woman who would remain a dream.
“Next time I shall bring an unmarked carriage.”
