Helen POV
“I guess there are exceptions, though.”
He undid the string of his pants, letting them fall to the floor but not without brushing his brooding erection that had formed already. He stood at the bedside, slapping my wrist until I pulled my fingers away in disappointment, his lips curving over the fingers that had been drenched in my juices.
He took in the taste as always, regardless of the guard still looming in the doorway.
When he plucked my fingers out of his mouth, satisfied with the taste, he leaned forward, his hand curling against the slit of my s*x while he planted a gentle, lingering kiss near my ear.
“I was waiting for you to break at your desires for me,” he panted, gasping when I had found his c**k in my grasp. I stroked it wildly but his eyes went dark. “No!”
