Chapter 87

Helena felt herself being pulled and let herself be carried away by that mysterious and surprising wave of pleasure that his fingers caused inside her. She closed her eyes and got lost in those intoxicating waves of lust, her heart beating fast, not out of fear. She was far from that now, floating in the unknown territory that was James Turner. She pushed herself forward, moving her hips upward, wanting more of him inside her.

Suddenly, she felt him withdraw his fingers, and for a second, she lamented that—until she felt his moist lips kissing her, touching her, savoring her.

She gasped, her legs trembling from the pleasure that overwhelmed and dominated her. She ended up closing her legs in response to the overwhelming sensations that began. She felt his hands opening her legs, and although they were firm and rough, she realized he wasn’t forcing her to open up but guiding her to do so, gently.

“Open up for me, my beautiful.”

She gasped and opened up