Chapter 28: Loving Helena (R18)
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Helena’s heart pounded as she walked into the bedroom with Vincent, her hand firmly entwined with his. The green midi dress she wore flared around her hips, accentuating her curves, while her chestnut brown eyes darted nervously to meet his blue gaze. Vincent, dressed in dark jeans and a casual charcoal blazer, exuded a quiet confidence that both comforted and excited her.
"Helena," he murmured, pulling her closer. His voice was a low rumble, sending shivers down her spine. She felt his breath on her lips, the warmth of his body pressing against hers. Their first kiss was soft, a gentle brush of lips that deepened quickly into a passionate embrace. His hands roamed over her back, tracing the curve of her spine through the thin fabric of her dress.
"You’re so beautiful," he whispered, pulling back slightly to look at her. Helena blushed, her hazelnut hair falling in soft waves around her face. "You make me feel... alive."
She hesitated, her shyness evident in her eyes. "Vincent, I... it’s been a long time."
He chuckled, his thumb brushing against her cheek. "We’ll take it slow. I want to explore every inch of you."
His words sent a jolt of desire through her. She nodded, her breath hitching as he leaned in to kiss her neck, his lips tracing a path of fire down to her collarbone. She gasped softly, her fingers tangling in his jet black hair.
Vincent’s hands slipped down to her waist, his touch gentle yet firm. He began to unbutton her dress, his eyes never leaving hers. Helena’s breath hitched again, her body tensing slightly. He hesitated, his fingers pausing on the last button.
"Helena, look at me," he said softly. She met his gaze, her chestnut eyes filled with a mix of fear and anticipation. "I want to make you feel good."
His words, so honest and raw, sent a wave of heat through her. She nodded, her body relaxing as he finished unbuttoning her dress. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in a simple white bra and panties.
Vincent’s gaze roamed over her body, his appreciation evident in his widened eyes and parted lips. He reached out, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra. Helena gasped, her head falling back as waves of pleasure washed over her.
"Your body is incredible," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. He leaned in, his lips capturing one nipple through the bra, his teeth gently grazing against it. Helena moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders for support.