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Helen nodded softly at the silent question, unable to resist him anymore. Since she saw him that day in the gardens, he was everything she craved.
Their lips collided softly, and Helen froze from the sudden deliciousness that raced through her. She had been waiting for this day. He had been toying with her for weeks now, and Helen thought that she might die from the passion that remained unfulfilled inside of her.
It was an innocent kiss, a slight one that Helen was determined to make into something special. Desire and hunger for him raced through her veins, and she kissed him with a ferocity she never imagined that she possessed. When he groaned against her mouth, Helen knew that she was doing it right.
Theodore disregarded the hammering of his heart, consumed by lust and fondness. He had no power to put his emotions under control anymore. Theodore slid his tongue into her mouth, appeasing the demons in his mind.
He wrapped his hands around her now, instead, running his fingers through her hair. It spilled through his fingers, brightened by the sunlight. Theodore plundered her mouth softly yet relentless, pushing her towards the window. There, they remained bathed in sunlight and hunger for one another. Helen’s hands traveled around the hardness of his body, the wide arc of his shoulders, and the slight stubble on his jaw as she cupped his face in her hands. His breath played on her lips — soft and sensual as she struggled to bring herself to order.
Lowering her defenses, she felt his arm tug on the fastening of her dress. It was a slow yet intentional tug, one that filled Helen with a thrill she had never experienced. She kissed him even passionately now, tasting the lemonade and sugar in his mouth, letting the coldness of his tongue consume her. He responded faster, his muscles tightening around her.
Theodore was sure that he had never been kissed like this before. He was powerless against her antics, only swaying to the rhythm that she played. Magnificent and powerful, the sensation became addictive. He led her to the wall, still kissing her softly. She moaned against him, giving him further access to her mouth.
Slowly, he broke off from the kiss and stared at her beautiful face and kiss-swollen lips. His hands were around her waist, holding her to the wall. All he wanted to do was go on, but he stopped.
“The Dowager will get suspicious if we do not get back now,” he lamented, still tracing lines on her cheek.
“True,” she replied but stole another soft kiss.
It was meant to be something to bring peace to their turbulent emotions, but the kiss deepened once again. Theodore was once again trapped in a world of sensual delight. She caressed his body, hands running all around his back. Everywhere she touched became tight with tension, and he gasped. God, she was better than he was by a hundred miles.
Every sensation sent his heart aflutter, taunting and teasing his senses. It was a battle of push and pull, reservations and desire. She tightened her fingers in his hair, sending waves of lust pouring into his mind.
When her hands reached his thighs, tracing circles as they traveled upwards, he completely melted. He allowed her to touch him — the muscles of his body tightening as her tongue slid into his mouth. There was a terrible lust building inside of him, threatening to explode.
“We have to go now,” he moaned, breaking the kiss.
She nodded, her lips parted in a silent gasp. Theodore was doing everything in his power to restrain himself as he stared at the pale skin of her shoulders.
Helen brought up the sleeves of her gown ever so slowly, consumed by a wanted need of him. She could see him contemplating and fighting. Everywhere his hands touch dissolved in fire and passion, delicate yet blinding.
He drew a deep breath, his restraints crumbling to dust. Theodore gave her a sly smile as he touched her again, pushing down the sleeves so that he saw her tight nipples pushing against the silk fabric of her chemise. She shivered as he rubbed, moans and gasps erupting from her mouth. He continued to kiss her, pushing the moans back and giving her utmost pleasure.
Helen shivered when he pulled the chemise over her head. A gasp escaped her mouth as his tongue flicked against her nipple. She moaned at the cold but fiery feeling that raced through her, her body shuddering from the heat of his mouth. Her body convulsed, and she raked her fingers through his hair, pulling softly and urging him to go on.
It was perfect for Theodore, seeing as he wanted to do that ever since he first met her. He cupped her breast in his hand, the supple skin even exciting him further. Rubbing her nipples into painful little buds, he felt her body shudder several times, the tremors running through him. When he dipped his head once again, the tremors of her body filled Theodore with joy.
As they straightened their clothes and hair afterwards, Theodore knew that he would have her soon enough. After what they just shared, there was no denying it.
ChapterTwenty-One
Theodore was restless throughout the night, tossing and turning to get his mind off things. Lately, he had been unable to do anything without thinking about Helen. She plagued his mind, along with the ecstatic daydreams that he often willed himself to forget.
Slouching on the chair, he inclined his head to look at the bookshelf. Among the voluminous ledgers of boring accounts, there was a prized possession just sitting there and waiting for him, a gift from Helen.
The previous week, Mrs. Weekes dropped off a package for him from Helen. They had gone without seeing each other for a while, and he wondered if she felt awkward about the marvelous moment they shared, but the gift cleared up all of his misgivings.
He opened the wrapping to find a volume of Shakespearean poetry with torn pages from the latest issue of Silent Dreams. They were carefully attached at random spots and pinned together so that it just looked like the book had been read many times over and dog-eared. It made Theodore's heart swell with happiness to see her handwriting along the edges of each page.
“Ah! Here you are,” his grandmother’s voice said, shaking him up from his relaxed position. “I did not ask you to stop daydreaming,” she went on, taking her seat by the window with a slice of cake in her hand. “I merely wanted to know which crevice you have decided to hide in today.”
He laughed warily. “Crevice? I believe I do not hide in any cracks like vermin. I have just been too busy looking through the accounts and finding out how much perfume you have purchased this year.”
“Clyvedon has its own steward, Theodore. You need not worry yourself by dilly-dallying in accounts that are not your concern. All you need to do is relax and enjoy the rest of the Season. And what business of yours is it if I decide to purchase the while distillery?”
“The Season,” he replied, his tone pensive.
Theodore was having the best season of his entire life. In fact, he never wanted it to end. Compared to the rest he had before he was labeled by the mamas as a rake, this one was by far the most wonderful. Not only did he start to feel something, but he was also completely enamored by someone for the very first time.
