Helena's beautiful as the day I last saw her, even more now that her curls started growing back up to her jaw and her shoulders.
I was holding her against me before I knew what was happening. Her sharp exhale was small and joyous. I inhaled her sandalwood scent as if it were the cure to my affliction. I whispered to her neck, "How?"
I had so many questions, beginning with why was she dressing up like a man pretending to be a ruthless sea lord? I would lie if I said that I wouldn't find this hot.
For fuck's sake and get your shit together. The reasonable part in my head started chirping.
My hand still on her hips, I inched my face back from her, bracing. I need a decent footing with her, getting into eye level with her. "I've been looking for you for two months, and you've been hiding as a pirate?"
"You've been looking for me?"
I crinkled my nose. "I'll pretend you didn't say that, thank you very much."
The gasping breath Helena exhaled was world-shattering. Now that I can see her, she has a new scar on her neck slashing to her collarbone. I found my finger through her scar, touching the collarbone. She shivered, embracing my touch. "Who did that to you?"
She nuzzled into my chest, whispering, "A man who disagreed with me."
I circled my hand around her back inside her windcoat, tracing her spine with the movement, causing her to shift her weight. I felt something on the side of her hip, grinning, "I would lie if I wouldn't find it hot that you are carrying a sword now."
She raised her eyes to me. "You don't find it shameful for me to…?"
I raise an eyebrow at her, telling her exactly what I think about her wearing that.
My hand traveled down, and she warned, her breath shaking, "Are you sure now is the time?"
"I spent two months looking for you, thinking exactly about what I would do. Do you think there is any other thing that I would rather be doing?"
Her voice was determined but her eyes were falling onto my mouth. "Maybe talking about the last months or what you did here or...?"
Her voice was cutting off when I kissed the back of her neck, trailing down, kissing every bit of her. "It would be time for that later, right now...."
My next kiss made her moan. She tilted her chin to the side giving me more access.
I scattered the cards and chips on the table, to lying her there with wide eyes. I grabbed her boots, removing them with one sharp tug that made her gasp.
My thumb hooked around the waistband of her pants, which were looking awesome at her. "You like those?"
She nodded. I knew that she always hated those confining dresses to balls and always preferred thinner summer dresses instead. It was no wonder that she loved pants. I trailed my hand on her calf, finding a knife on her. I cackled, "A knife and a sword—you surprise me again, princess."
At the name of her title, she let out a small whin of a plea. She started fumbling with the belt of her pants but I swatted her hands away to take out the knife, cutting off the material of her pants to reveal skin. Although she immediately starts cussing at me for ruining a perfectly pair of trousers, I don't stop until I reach to my destination.
When Helena saw me kneeling, she looks at the red curtain with alarm. "Not here."
With the smirk, I ripped off more of the fabric, revealing only her panties between me and my teeth. I gave a sharp lick to her inner hip, jolting against the table.
I held her thigh steady, giving small kisses that shook her. Then I fingered through the fabric, feeling her wetness. I should just eat my way through her. I ripped off her panties, revealing her glistening pussy. Yeah, this will do.
I licked, tasting her on my tongue. I felt like I was praising the most expensive wine in the world, and God, I was going to savor the taste of it.
She pleaded, "Taj..."
"You wouldn't deprive a man of a meal when his belly is empty." I traced my hand over her stomach, feeling her back arch at my touch. "When I used to starve in the palace, I dreamed of having enough money to have as many meals as I could eat, only eating at feasts with you."
The words felt easy while I was admiring her body like this. The physical task was helping with loosening my tongue. She rose to say something, but I didn't let her suck hard on her clit "….and this is the best meal I ever had."
Her moans were my reward. I held her hips over my shoulders, done with playing around, sticking my tongue inside her, letting her ride. I let her grab hold of my hair guiding me. Her thrash was frantic, pleading. When she came, I slurped every bit of her down to my throat, drinking in her climax.
I poked out my face from where I was kneeling, rising to my feet, subverting my work.
An overinflated kind of ego wasn't a trait I could claim, but the sight of her like that sure gave me a stirring in my chest and felt a lot like pride. I knew I was good, but the stirring in my chest was different this time. Contentment surged in me, pulling a real smile onto my lips. I hummed, "Now what do you want to do?"