Chapter 30 - There's More

Naked, he was….. Extraordinary.

He had power and strength. Masculine grace and vitality.

The stark, masculine beauty of his body made her throat constrict. His frame was forged in iron. He was long and lean of limb, the contours of his shoulders were sculpted and round, and his arms were sinuously defined with muscle. A dark netting of fur covered his chest and the ridged hardness of his belly. From somewhere she dredged up the courage to gaze the length of him...all of him.

She dared what she had never done before. What she saw made her eyes widen and her entire body go hot. The bottom dropped out of her stomach. Rigidly unconfined, framed in coarse black curls, his staff stood boldly erect. Helsi let out an uneven breath and transferred her gaze to the safer territory for they were never married.

But he knew she had seen him. As if he were precisely aware of where her gaze had resided for long, uninterrupted moments, an odd half-smile curled his lips. He allowed no time for shame. No time for embarrassment. A hand at her hips urged her body against his. His skin was hotter than any fire, the eyes that gazed down at her brighter than any flame, there was nowhere they did not touch.

His fingers twisted in her hair, turning her face up to his. Then his mouth was on hers, a fevered caress that tasted of a tortuous hunger that was strangely thrilling. Warm breath filled her throat…. His breath. Never in her life had she dreamed a kiss could be like this. When his tongue danced against hers, a swirling foray, she felt utterly boneless. She would surely have fallen were it not for the hardness of his arms braced around her back.

She was only dimly aware of being carried to the bed. Firelight flickered over his features as he propped himself on an elbow, his regard utterly intent.

"You know what I will do to you?" he said quietly
She blushed "Yes"

He ran the pad of his thumb over her lips. "Then listen to me, Helsi, for when I take you…. It will be nothing like what was done to you before." his tone was low and vibrating "Nothing at all"

"You must trust me, can you do that?" Indeed, she thought wildly, she had no choice. Some little-known sense inside warned her they had come too far to turn back now.

"Yes," she whispered. Yet he must have heard the vulnerability in her voice, for his eyes darkened

"It will not be the same as with anyone," he said again. With fledgling courage, she laid her fingertips on the bristly plane of his cheek, unable to tear her eyes from his. "Will you swear it down? Will you?"

His gaze rested on her mouth. "I swear it"

This time his kiss was so unbearably sweet, that she nearly cried out. He whispered her name, a sound that sent a quiver all through her.

His lips found the corner of her mouth. " Helsi… sweet Helsi. You must tell me what pleases you."

With his thumbs, he traced slow circles around the boundary of her breast "Does this please you?"

She could only nod, for he was drawing perilously close to the delicate roseate peaks. She longed to drag his hands heavy against her selling fullness, for her nipples thrust turgid and hard, in a way that had only happened with him….

" And this? " he grazed the very tips, the merest butterfly caress.
She inhaled sharply. Her breasts seemed to swell still further. That evocative touch came again….. And yet again. Lightning shot through her, centred there at those dusky crowns. She hadn't realised that he would try to please her. Somehow she'd been convinced he would see to his pleasure first.

He seemed to know exactly where she ached, what she wanted. He gave an odd little laugh.
"You like that, don't you? Ah, but I knew you would "

His mouth slid down her throat. Heat splintered all through her, even as her mind baulked. No, she thought hazily. He had touched her there. But surely he would not….

She could only watch in mingled shock and fascination as his dark head hovered over her breast. Never had she dreamed he might kiss her there? As if in anticipation, her nipples peaked and hardened, as his mouth touched the quivering tip, she gasped. "Jude, what…. What do you do?"

He raised his head, his smile wicked "Ahh, but there's more, dear. Much, much more…."

He began the task anew, but this time….. This time he trapped the dark rouge centre within the hit wet cave of his mouth. His tongue boldly came out to touch the swelling peak, leaving and curling, teasing and sucking…… a sharp stab of pure sensation tore through her. The torment was unceasing. He lashed her nipple with torrid, wanton strokes that made her bite back a cry of sheer bliss.




Expanding like a frail spring blossom beneath the heat of a noonday sun, opening to welcome him….. But only him. With a helpless little moan, she caught his dark head in her hands, as if to keep him there and capture that exclusive pleasure forever.

It was no different for Helsi. Had she lain passive beneath him, he knew he would never have forced her. But her mouth clung to his. He felt her shiver with sensation, arching into his hands and mouth as if he were all that she craved. Her blind Acceptance of his every caress sent his ardour spiralling. His blood was boiling, his rod near to bursting the bounds of his skin. But he would not hurry his possession of her, for he wanted the memory of this night to remain branded in her heart forever……
As he knew it would be in his.

With precise deliberation, the heel of his hand laid claim to the satin hollow of her belly. She inhaled raggedly but didn't stop him. His mouth gauged the wildly raging pulse at the base of her throat. He buried his fingers in the flaming curls that guarded the centre of her womanhood, a plundering quest that did not stop until he touched the very heart of her.