Arthur pulled his shirt over his head, laying his lean chest bare for Helena to see.
"Wow." The word slipped out before she could stop it.
She hadn't expected him to be this built lean muscle carved across his frame, toned in a way that spoke of something deeper than training.
"You haven't seen nothing yet," Arthur said as he reached for his pants, sliding them off and leaving himself in his boxers. He settled back onto the bed, comfortable.
"I thought you said we weren't going to —"
"We aren't," Arthur said, raising a hand to calm her. "I just need to get comfortable for this to work. And you should too." He gestured. "Come here. Let me help you."
Helena froze standing at the edge of a cliff she'd built herself, staring down at the fall.
And so she leapt.
Slowly, she pulled back the blanket that had been shielding her body and stepped off the bed. The midnight dress clung to what little it covered, thin panels barely holding her chest, her back exposed to the air, the tattered skirt hiding almost nothing.
She walked toward him.
'Goddamn.'
Arthur kept his expression steady, but his mind wasn't nearly as composed. Each step swayed her hips, her heart-shaped ass shifting beneath the thin fabric of the skirt. She exuded something neither Mira nor Amy could. Amy was a fun-sized toy he could play with. Mira was his lover, warm and devoted.
But Helena.
Helena was the full course meal. Wide hips. Narrow waist. A chest that filled the dress in ways it wasn't designed for. And a face that radiated the kind of beauty that made men start wars.
"May I?" Arthur asked, holding out his hand.
Asking for her permission to continue.
Helena meekly nodded.
Arthur reached up, his fingers finding the clasp tied around her neck the one holding the midnight dress in place. He unlatched it with the expertise of someone who'd done this a thousand times.
"Eep —!"
The dress fell faster than she expected. Helena's arms shot up, covering her chest on instinct.
"No need to be embarrassed, Helena." Arthur smiled, taking in her flustered expression. "You're not the only one here half naked."
"I wasn't —" Helena started, her face flushed red. "I wasn't embarrassed."
She was absolutely embarrassed.
"It's okay to be embarrassed. It is your first time doing these things." Arthur's voice softened. "Just let me help you feel relaxed. Okay?"
He took her arms gently and lowered them. Slowly. Giving her every chance to resist.
She didn't.
And now left bare for him to see her pink, puffy areolas only added to her charm. Making Arthur want nothing more than to take them in his mouth and enjoy their sweet, supple taste.
"Now what?" Helena whispered, unsure of what to do. She'd never been in a situation like this. Not once in her life.
"Now you let me show you what pleasure truly is."
Arthur wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her in close. Their chests pressed together skin against skin. Helena's eyes went wide with surprise.
And before she could speak, Arthur leaned in and closed his mouth on hers.
Arthur's tongue invaded her mouth. He ravaged Helena as if she were a delicate treat, her lips tasting like cherry as he sucked on them.
Helena hadn't expected such an exotic feeling. She pushed back into him, enjoying the taste and the feel of his mouth against hers.
"Mm~"
A soft moan escaped her as she got lost in it. The warmth. The closeness. The feeling of making out with someone who wasn't taking but giving.
Arthur pulled away. A bridge of saliva hung between their mouths.
Helena's lips stayed parted, her eyes half-lidded the look of someone who wasn't ready for it to end.
Their eyes locked.
"It seems someone's hungry," Arthur said.
Helena's blush deepened. "It's your fault for making me feel this way." She turned her head to the side. "You should at least take care of it."
Arthur grinned.
He pressed forward, guiding Helena back toward the bed with his body until the backs of her knees hit the mattress. He sat her down gently, and she looked up at him, her platinum hair framing her flushed cheeks, as those icy blue eyes looked up to Arthur longing for him to continue.
"Lean back," he said.
And so she did nice and slowly. Her elbows sinking into the sheets as she propped herself up, watching him with a mix of anticipation and nerves.
Arthur knelt in front of her.
Helena's breath hitched. "What are you —"
"Relax." His hands found her knees.
He parted her legs slowly, his thumbs tracing circles along her inner thighs. Helena's fingers curled into the sheets beneath her, her jaw tightening as the sensation crawled up her skin.
'This is — this is nothing like —'
The thought dissolved before it could finish.
Arthur's mouth pressed against her inner thigh. Soft. Unhurried. Trailing upward in a path that made her legs tremble.
"A-Arthur —"
He didn't respond as his lips were too busy kissing the soft supple skin of her inner thighs. His lips moved higher, his breath warm against the thin fabric still covering her. Helena's hips shifted involuntarily, her body carving him to go further..
His fingers hooked the edges of her underwear and pulled them to the side.
"Arthur this is too fast maybe we should-"
His mouth found her pussy.
"AH —!"
Helena's back arched off the bed, her hand flying to the back of Arthur's head not to push him away but to hold on. The sound that left her was raw and unfiltered. Nothing like the controlled woman who'd been negotiating with him minutes ago.
Arthur worked her slowly and deliberately. His tongue tracing patterns she couldn't predict, each one sending jolts through her body that made her thighs shake around him.
His tongue which was licking her clit had found its way inside wiggly into her inner folds.
"Ah~ — wha — what is — mm~"
Helena's words broke apart. Her head fell back against the mattress, her chest rising and falling in uneven waves. Every muscle in her body tensed and released in cycles she couldn't control.
'This is what it's supposed to feel like?'
'This is — this is —'
She'd spent years thinking she knew what intimacy was. Damien had made sure of that. Cold hands. Rough grip. The feeling of wanting to leave her own body.
But this —
"Arthur — something's — I feel —"
"Let it happen," he said against her. The vibration of his voice sent another wave crashing through her.
"I c-can't — it's too — ah~ — it's too much —"
Her thighs clamped around his head. Her fingers twisted into his hair. Every nerve in her body pulled tight like a bowstring drawn to its limit.
"ARTHUR —!"
Helena shattered.
Her body seized back arching, hips lifting off the bed, a cry tearing from her throat that she couldn't have held back if her life depended on it. Wave after wave rolled through her, each one pulling another broken sound from her lips as her body trembled uncontrollably beneath him.
Arthur held her steady through it, his hands firm on her hips, grounding her as the aftershocks rippled through her body.
For a long time, the only sound in the room was her breathing. Ragged and uneven. Slowly finding its way back.
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