He closed the distance between them, his mouth pressing down gently on hers.
It was nothing like how he’d kissed her before. He was careful, his fingers barely touching her cheeks, his mouth merely ghosting along hers, like butterfly wings, barely making an impact, just teasing with their presence.
She made a sound of frustration, surging upwards to press closer to him, sucking on his lower lip, nipping at it, pulling it into her mouth. His hands cradled her head, holding it in place as he took over the kiss.
His tongue thrust its way into her mouth, staking a claim of ownership as he held her captive, unable to do anything but take. She moaned into his mouth, arching her back into him, her breasts brushing against his chest. She could feel her nipples pebble, and the desire washed over her for him to touch them.
She made a whimpering, pleading sound, too shy to ask directly, as she rubbed her breasts against him. Seeming to understand her actions, his hands trailed down from her face, down her arms to cup her breasts, even as he continued to kiss her.
She shimmied, her entire body shuddering in reaction to his fingers on her nipples. She pulled back to look into his eyes.
“Please,” she whispered, not at all sure what she was begging for.
“Hush, I’m going to take care of you,” he whispered, kissing his way along her jaw, behind her ear before taking a nip of her ear lobe and then blowing into her ear.
She shuddered, surprised at how… pleasurable it felt. Like thousands of little fingers tickling down her side.
She grasped his lapels, hanging on tight as her knees went weak. She closed her eyes, throwing her head back in submission. He licked along the vein in her neck before biting down with a growl.
Suddenly he picked her up, making her squeak, and carried her over to the bed. He dropped her onto it, looking down at her with his chest heaving.
“Ever since that day in the library, I’ve imagined you here, lying down…looking at me as you do now,” he whispered as he grabbed his jacket and pulled it off, letting it fall to the floor.
She followed the piece of cloth to the ground with her eyes before looking back at him. He was unbuttoning his shirt, his gaze never leaving her.
“Ever since that day, your moans, your curves…they were burned into my mind. I’ve longed to close my eyes just to see you in my arms again, trembling against me…” he added.
Helena inhaled sharply, as if the words had brushed against her skin. Her pulse throbbed in her temples, in her chest, inthe hollow of her stomach. A warmth bloomed there, spreading through her limbs….so utterly intoxicating.
She looked down at her shift, suddenly understanding why Patricia had dressed her in something so easy to take off. She touched the thin cotton, wondering if she really had the courage to expose herself to Silas’s eyes like that.
Silas’s hands went to the flies of his breeches, and she kept her eyes pinned on him, her lips parted.
“Do you want me to take them off?” Silas asked.
Helena forced herself to open her eyes. “Yes, I—I do. Pl-please continue.”
“You’re so delicious when you beg, wife,” he growled and hooked his hands into the waist of his breeches, still watching her carefully, before pulling them down.
Her breath stopped as she traced the line of hair that went from the middle of his chest, down in a trail to nestle his erect member in a nest of dark brown.
Her breath came faster and faster as she started to imagine on just what he meant to do next. He put one knee on the bed, and leaned towards her like a stalking panther.
He stalked closer and closer until he was looming over her.
“Are you sure?” he asked again.
“Yes. Yes, I am. I want you, Silas,” she breathed out, a secret she’d been stifling deep inside of her, forbidding it from rising.
But now, they were past the point of no return.
Silas’s eyes shone with a dark excitement. He leaned down, and kissed her. It started out gentle and careful, but then he covered her with his body, his mouth plundering hers, his body enveloping hers, as she got lost in his embrace.
He was touching her everywhere, his hands on her thighs, pushing her shift out of the way, caressing her as he widened her legs, nestling between them.
She whimpered, half in fear, half in desire, her eyes wide as he sucked a bruise against her throat. She could feel his member, heavy, long and silky, brushing against the inner flesh of her thigh.
She held her breath, squirming as his fingers began to tickle her very sensitive inner flesh. She didn’t know if she was embarrassed or she wanted more. Perhaps it was the second.
