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“Ms. Warner,” she whispered, her skin soft from the forceful way Helen kissed her throat and the shoulder that quickly emerged from Monique’s tearing sleeve. “Helen!”
She was too strong, too eager to deny any longer. Monique melted around her, legs locked around Helen’s waist as they thrust against one another.She’s already prepared to go… And unless Monique was mistaken, Helen Warner had a lot to offer.Now. Right now.
Monique wouldn’t stand to wait another minute. “Take me, Helen,” she whimpered again, breaths ragged as Helen sucked Monique’s nipple through her bra. “Ravage me.”
Monique wanted it like she wanted to breathe the sweet air flooding her bedroom. For the first time in months, maybe years, Monique looked forward to the fearless pleasures of sex.Not just any sex. The kind that made her scream into a woman’s ear that she was being torn apart, and not stop until she was incapable of feeling a damn thing anymore. Helen could take her like this, right on the couch, but she would rather Helen take her to bed and claim her there. And it had to be now. Quick. Even forceful. There was time to serve better as a sub later. Now was about sating the desires fueling her like mad and making her fantasize about Helen Warner throwing her down and defiling her body – and not only with some hair pulling and dirty, disgusting words.
“Deep down you’re a wild one, I see.” Helen held Monique’s wrists above her head, demeanor primal as her stony blue eyes drank in the skin exposed to her. Monique’s waistband slipped down her leg, exposing the white of her thigh and the black satin underwear she wore that day.They’re wet already. Now, damnit!Helen could have her fill in fewer than five minutes. The more she thought about it, the more Monique wanted to scream at Helen to fuck her. “Like a sweet, dangerous wolf.”
Now she pulled Monique’s arms back down, pinning them to her sides as her back arched and she presented her chest to Helen’s mouth again. She did not indulge.
“I’ve trapped you, queen of the wolves. Right here in your den.” Helen’s voice, low and vibrant, sent shivers throughout Monique until she nearly wept. “Do you know how badly I want to shoot you in the heart?” Lips ravished the valley between Monique’s breasts, Helen’s tongue wetting her skin, caressing her nipple, and making her pelvis shudder against moving hips. “Do you know how much I want to leave my mark on you?”
Her words were so delightful that Monique could barely form her own. “Be a menace. Hunt me down and claim my body.” She pushed her hips forward, rubbing against the firmness of Helen’s strong waist. “I’m yours for the taking.”
Monique almost got off on this alone. Her, the dangerous she-wolf, chased into her den in the lonely woods, her huntress too strong to resist.
She thought Helen would fuck her then and there. Her breath was harried against Monique’s breasts, her body still rubbing against her intended’s clothed, wet slit. Monique wanted to reach between them and show Helen what she had done to her, but her arms were still clasped to her sides.Hold me like this and take me. Being immobilized was one of Monique’s biggest turn-ons. Helen was doing a fantastic job speaking to her kinky mind.
“What are you waiting for?” Monique asked. “Or do you want me to struggle?” Like a wolf who bites until the end.
“I want you.” If that was so, then why wasn’t she doing it? What did Monique have to say or do to be claimed? “I want you so much that I know now is the wrong time.”
Helen released her, sitting up on the couch. Monique also sat up, covering her chest with her torn clothes and the hair that fell out of her pristine bun.
“What do you mean it’s the wrong time?”
“You said so yourself that you’ve been through so much. I’m the first woman after that, aren’t I?”
Monique didn’t say anything.
“I don’t want to be patronizing, but I wouldn’t feel right doing that until you were sure it was what you wanted. And I meansure. Not from the heat of the moment, but because your heart and mind are also ready, not just your body.”
Monique didn’t argue with her. A part of her knew that Helen was right. When she came to visit that day, she had no idea that this might happen. After her last relationship, she had vowed to eschew all others unless she was sure she would not be hurt. For as much as she wanted Helen, Monique knew it wasn’t enough.
“I won’t come back here,” Helen said, and for a moment a flutter of panic struck Monique’s heart. “Not until it’s the right time. If that time ever comes.”
Helen kissed her, not with the ardor of earlier, but with a warmth that said,“No hard feelings.”Helen straightened out her clothing before seeing herself to Monique’s door.
“This isn’t farewell,” she said, hand extended. “Only goodbye for now.”
She left.
Monique had never felt so alone in her room before.
Chapter 7
Letters
Monique was taken aback when she received her first letter a few days later. Nobody sent letters anymore, certainly not to her.
But that was definitely what she received the morning a courier deposited a thick envelope in her hand before asking her to sign for a package containing better knives for the kitchen. “There’s no return address on this,” she said, signing the courier’s device but not looking away from the letter. “I thought you couldn’t accept those.”
The courier merely tipped his hat and wished her a good day. As soon as the front doors to the Manoir closed, Sybil said, “That means someone paid him to personally deliver that.”
Monique could only think of one person who would do such a thing. She handed Sybil the package, told her to take it to the chef in the kitchen, and darted upstairs to her room.
She never thought she would hear from Helen like that again. In the back of her mind, she had pushed her aside as a momentary fling – the type of woman who had wanted her one moment and then rejected her the next. When she never even bothered to call her, Monique assumed the infatuation was over.
