She was rocking against him, her head lolling back and her eyes closing as the pleasure overtook her. It was more intense than the previous time, and she wanted more, so much more as his steady rhythm sent her over the edge. Her legs quivered violently as her climax crashed over her.
“Alexander!” she cried out, covering her mouth in embarrassment. But that only encouraged him more.
“Delicious,” he purred, pulling back. His face was shiny with her essence, and his smile was genuine. “I told ye it would feel good.”
“I… It did…”
“Look at what ye did.” He smirked, looking down between his legs at his hard member. “All for ye, wife.”
“I did that?” she asked breathlessly.
“Aye, with yer moans and yer pleasure… Ye’re so slick,” he groaned, moving to position himself between her legs. “Do ye want more?”
“I… I want…”
She truly wanted to feel that sensation again, to finally have him for herself, but her stomach lurched as she recalled that afternoon.
The thought of her father’s face, his nod of approval, and his mention of grandchildren turned her stomach. He disgusted her.
She pushed Alexander away gently, biting her lip and refusing to look at him.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice breathy.
“I… I just… Me faither’s voice, his approval, his mention of grandchildren…” She didn’t realize she was trembling until Alexander pulled her into his warm embrace.
He nodded slowly, holding her for a moment before looking down at her, understanding etched on his features. “I’ll nae rush ye,” he reassured. “Whenever ye’re ready.”
Helena’s eyes softened, and she gave him a small, grateful smile. “T-Tomorrow night,” she said after a pause, her voice trembling. “If ye’ll still have me.”
His smile was slow, warm, and reassuring. “There’s nay question about that.”
Her tension seemed to melt away, and she leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder.
For the rest of the evening, they stayed close, the fire’s glow casting flickering shadows over the room. Helena’s voice filled the space again, weaving a story with a steady rhythm that lulled him into a state of contentment. The random touches, teasing fingertips, and lingering kisses made her heart pound loudly.
As the night deepened, Alexander felt a peace he hadn’t known in years. Helena’s presence beside him, her quiet strength, and the warmth of her touch were enough to make him believe that, despite everything, they could face whatever trials lay ahead.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Helena stirred, her cheek pressed against the solid warmth of Alexander’s chest. His arm was draped over her waist, holding her close even in sleep. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest soothed her, and she smiled to herself, a quiet happiness blooming inside her.
The memory of their conversation the night before made her cheeks flush. She was surprised by how eager she felt about the evening they’d planned. An intimacy she hadn’t thought she’d long for was now something she anticipated with a mix of nerves and excitement.
Gently, she tilted her head up and pressed a feather-light kiss to Alexander’s forehead. He stirred, his brow furrowing slightly before his hazel eyes fluttered open, sleepy but sharp as ever.
“And where do ye think ye’re goin’?” he asked, his voice rough with sleep but tinged with amusement.
Before she could answer, his arms tightened around her, pulling her back into the bed.
“Alexander!” she exclaimed, laughing softly as she fell back against him. “I was only gettin’ up.”
“Ye dinnae need to be anywhere but here,” he murmured, his lips brushing her temple. His hand slipped to the small of her back, holding her close.
Helena sighed in contentment and let herself melt into him for a moment. “Ye’re impossible,” she said in a mock exasperated tone.
“Aye, but ye like it,” he teased, tilting her chin up with his fingers.
His lips claimed hers in a slow, deliberate kiss, one that made her pulse quicken and her thoughts blur. She returned the kiss, her hands moving up to rest on his broad shoulders, feeling the strength beneath her palms.
