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She could feel a raging well tumbling inside of her, making her clamp her thighs around George's head. Right then, she heard him laugh, his hot breath sending fire through her as it touched her core.

Her legs shook on his shoulders and George increased the intensity of his onslaught. She welcomed him, but he welcomed her release. He knew what he was doing, where he was touching, how much attention each part of her needed, and just when he needed to stop to push her beyond where her senses could take her.

She stared at the ceiling but she couldn't see a thing.

"George… oh… don't… yes…"

Arching her back, her legs grew stiff with her hand squeezing George's hair. She screamed his name, so loud that the servants might well have heard her. For once, she didn't care what they heard.

Minutes passed before Helena could make sense of the spinning room. She turned, seeing George lying beside her, his hand pressed to her belly. Her eyes moved from his face to his chest, before settling on the imposing erection below.

She had grasped it in her hands a few times, but she never imagined it was that large. She stared, her mouth hanging open. It was not until she heard George laugh that her eyes finally lifted from the tower between his legs.

"If you keep staring, I can't promise that I will ravage you gently, my love."

"Might we start gently? Then you can ravage me the next night."

"Ravaging doesn't always have to be at night, my beautiful Helena."

George climbed on top of her, his eyes a shade of blue she had never seen before. It screamed danger and longing at the same time, and she didn't know which of them she wanted more.

"I know, but… it is… this is…"

She couldn't find the words. George smiled, almost smugly. He caressed her cheek but that only made it harder for her to speak. She turned her face away, wondering how best to word it.

"Is it your first time?"

Helena couldn't say a thing, choosing to nod instead.

"More reason why you deserve every bit of me."

"You… you don't mind?"

George smiled. "Why would I? It is the common hope of mothers that their daughters stay pure till their wedding night, but it is quite the task. And to see that my wife did exactly that gladdens me."

Helena smiled, looking into George's loving eyes.

"Will you be gentle?"

Chapter Thirty-Seven

"Trust me, Helena," he murmured, his eyes locking onto hers with unwavering certainty. "Look at me, my love. Only at me."

"I trust you, George," Helena replied, her voice steady and clear as she wrapped her legs around his hips. "With my life. With my heart."

George braced above her on the bed, elbows bearing all the weight. The candlelight caught the flush of her cheeks and highlighted her body as her bare breasts rose and fell with each pant. There's never been a more beautiful sight than this in all of history.

He wanted to wait a little bit more; to relish in the beauty of the altar that was her body, but the throbbing in his member was too much to bear a moment longer.

He moved with patience, easing himself forward with care When the sting of her maidenhood breaking made her let out a breathless gasp, George froze instantly as he held himself still above her.

"I am sorry, my love," he rasped, his body trembling as he pressed a tender kiss to her burning skin. "I am here. I have you."

"Do not stop, George," Helena whispered softly as she pulled his face down to hers. "I am yours. Completely yours."

She gasped, her body going rigid beneath him as she adjusted to the intrusion. He spent every second of it strumming her nipples, tugging at them just enough to keep her moaning.

"Look at you," he murmured against her ear, teasing her in hopes to ease her pain. "Your pretty nipples standing so stiff for me already. Good girl. Breathe."