Low, sobbing moans wrung themselves from her throat, and Helen clawed at his back.
She needed more.
With a growl, Starling pulled back, flipping Helen onto her side and pressing her upper thigh to the mattress, notching himself to her core and sinking once more into her greedy heat.
“What are you doing?” whimpered Helen, her eyelids fluttering as she felt him surge inside from this new and unknown angle.
“Watching my cock slide into you,” he growled, moving faster, pinning her to the bed with those strong hands on her knee, her hip.
His eyes flicked to hers, devouring the passion etched on her face, then back to where she was spread for him. “Watching you take every inch as you moan for me.”
At those words, Helen did moan, her breasts crushed to the sheets as she squirmed and arched to take him deeper.
His fingers slid over the slick flesh where he speared into her, then up towards a place no one had ever touched her.
“Colin,” she mewled, tethering on some dangerous edge, as his thumb brushed against that secret place.
Sweat slicked her skin, legs tangled with his as they strained and surged together, a long desperate cry building in her lungs as the pressure between her thighs threatened to explode.
Starling covered her with his body, rolling her flat to the mattress as he shoved her legs apart and plundered between them with his hard length, ragged breath harsh against the damp hair curling at her nape.
“Scream for me, Helen,” he groaned, his hips starting to lose their rhythm, grunts of pleasure rumbling against her back as he finally lost control.
The angle of his cock drove deep, rubbing against a place inside that tore through the final barrier of her defenses, pleasure surging and crashing, then rising again like a wild ocean swell. Leaving her breathless, her throat raw, his name a chant of exquisite relief as her crisis sucked her under and stole away every sense but the unbearable pleasure.
With a shout, Starling shuddered behind her, heat flooding her core as he pressed deep and held himself taut, head falling against her shoulder as he pulsed his release into her depths.
Finally, he rolled to the side, and Helen found herself splayed across the rumpled sheets, her body wracked by small shivers of delight in the aftermath of their lovemaking.
Starling leaned over her, pressing a light kiss to the back of her neck, his lips brushing down her spine.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, “I couldn’t control myself at the end. Are you displeased?”
Helen vaguely felt the old pain of her childless state resurface, but she quickly brushed it aside.
“There is no need to worry, I am not able to bear children,” she whispered against the pillow, keeping her eyes closed as his fingers explored her back softly.
Starling said nothing more, but his touch was a comfort. He didn’t withdraw, as she had expected.
After a long moment, he pressed a hard kiss to her shoulder, falling back on the bed beside her.
“There, now I know one of your secrets,” he said, a faint hint of a grin hovering around the edge of the words.
“What?” asked Helen, momentarily taken aback.
He pulled her towards him, dragging her closer to sprawl across his chest. Lifting her chin, he stared into her eyes, his own glinting with something soft, then sparkling with mischief.
“You secretly love it when I tell you what to do,” he smirked.
Helen gasped, smacking him across the shoulder as her temper flared.
“What, you deny it?” he growled, pulling her closer, his mouth hovering over hers. “The way your body yielded to my every command begs to differ.”
He plundered her mouth with his, telling her something, without words, that made her heart thump in her breast.
“You have me wild for you, did you know that?” he sighed, pulling away at last.
“You are absolutely insufferable,” Helen sighed, curling up against him in defeat, her body warm and relaxed as he cradled her in his arms.
