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So much was different about this moment. She was different than anyone he’d been with before. He was enthralled, intrigued. To his surprise it was as if they were novices together, learning together, experienced in some ways but so much was new.
It was as if his past had fallen away and only the future beckoned.
It was as if she was his salvation.
He could worship her forever. As he touched her, he imprinted everything about her in his mind so that he would never forget. Being able to simply let his fingers, his palms, roam over her lush curves, over her perfect, pale skin was a privilege. Never had he wanted to worship a woman more. He needed to satisfy his and her increasingly clamorous senses, to touch more, explore more, give her everything her body was crying out for. He tried to temper his galloping desire for her, but she boldly pressed into him, demanding more.
Chapter 11
Never in his life had giving pleasure mattered so much. As he reached to remove her gown fully he saw that he was shaking. He tried to ignore her tiny hand traveling down over his bandaged chest. He wished he could rip them off so he could press his heated skin to hers. His trousers hung undone and he knew the destination of her hand but could not for the life of him stop her.
Just as Helen’s fingers reached the open placket he grasped the crushed fabric of her gown and drew it completely off, letting it slide to the floor beside his bed. His heart pounded deep in his chest. She was so beautiful it hurt looking at her.
A flush raced over her face but she didn’t try to cover herself. “You’re the first man to ever see me naked.”
“Beautiful. You are so beautiful.”
Something primal wound through him. He wanted to be the only man to ever see her naked. It was a dream, he knew it, but the woman lying in his arms still held on to the illusion that anything in this world was possible. Hence why he would never take her virginity. That would ruin her beyond saving in theton’s eyes.
Helen’s skin sparkled in the sunlight like lustrous pearls. He drew in a long, deep breath conscious of the emotions shining in her eyes. A part of him would cherish this moment for the rest of his life while another part warned him he would never get over her.
He wanted to chase those warnings away so he let his gaze trace the gentle curves of her thighs, stopping on the thatch of fair curls at their apex. He bent and placed a soft kiss just there. Just where he knew he would never be able to slide home.
Chest tight, he gently parted her thighs so he could fit between them. She let him move her and place one leg over his shoulder. He could feel the shivers running through her.
Lifting his eyes, he drunk in her beauty. She lay stretched out before him, totally naked except for her silk stockings and slippers. He could feel the silk against his shoulder—decadent, shocking…the curves, the silken feel of her skin, and the golden mass of curls surrounding her shoulders overwhelmed his senses. He wanted her in the most primal ways of man. She was a prize—no, a jewel—a treasure beyond price.
He closed his eyes and counted to ten, trying to dampen the need to devour, seize, stake a claim. This moment was not about him. It was for her. He opened his eyes to find her studying hm. He noted the wonder in her eyes and her shallow breathing. Desire hit hard and fast and he swore beneath his breath. More than anything in his sorry life he wanted to teach her about passion, to steep her in pleasure and ensure she would remember him for the rest of their lives—even if they could not have their happily ever after.
Sharing this bed with her would be more than enough.
It had to be enough.
Would never be enough.
But he could live with that.
On that thought he let his finger slide up the inside of one silky thigh. Her breath hitched at his light touch. He inwardly smiled, and followed his finger with his lips. She quivered, then her womanly instincts took over as her leg opened farther to give him access to her womanhood.
He drew out the anticipation by pressing his lips to her curls and simply breathing in her essence. A small gasp slipped from her luscious lips, and he carefully set his tongue to her nub. He could almost feel the heat speeding through her veins and hopefully his touch drew her deeper into the furnace of their shared heated desire.
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Helen’s nerves wound tight, so taut every cell ached with longing—she didn’t know what she longed for exactly but the feel of his hot mouth upon her made her want to lift her hips and draw him closer. She should be shocked at what he was doing but the wanton in her reveled in his worship of her body.
Her hands delved into the thick curls on his head as he lay pleasuring her. She clutched tightly as his clever tongue drew through her folds. She squirmed beneath his skilled mouth and his grip on the leg over his shoulder tightened, keeping her splayed on the bed, and open to his sensual onslaught.
The intimacy of the moment bonded them in a way that nothing else could.
Soon she was fighting to keep her wits about her. When he suckled the hardened nub of her womanhood, her eyes rolled back into her head and it was almost too much. Her hands left his hair and gripped the sheets, her hips lifting in time to his magical tongue. A force was building deep inside her trying to burst forth.
His tongue entered her and she felt her body react, felt an ache blossom between her thighs. She was gripped by a roiling unnameable need, hot, yearning, and almost out of her reach.
His mouth worked faster, delved deeper, suckled harder, and her hips bucked, her neck straining as she moved on the sheets, her body no longer under her control, overwhelmed by the sensations bombarding her.
Just when she thought she could take no more, he eased off, let her get her breath again. She pried her eyes open and looked down her body to where his dark head lay between her thighs, worshipping her body. She’d never seen anything so erotic, and her body grew restless wanting more.
He kept her on a knife’s edge, repeating his ministrations until she was almost crying with the need to…she wasn’t sure what her body sought but she knew she wanted something that would set her free. He turned his full attentions on her once more; a finger entered her and she almost came up off the bed.
