Page 121 of The Wolf of Mayfair
“Why would I blame you, love?” He placed a tender kiss at her temple, softening that chastisement.
“I challenged him. I pushed him—”
“Helia, my father’s actions and behavior this day, and every day, belong only to him.”
She opened her mouth to further protest, but he kissed her to silence.
Her lashes fluttered wildly.
“Now,” he murmured, “you are going somewhere.”
Helia’s lashes flew open.
He tweaked her nose. “With me, Helia. I am your warrior, your king, and also your shadow. Where you go, I go, too.”
With a mysterious set to his features, Anthony removed a long strip of black satin fabric from inside the front of his jacket. He made to twine the soft cloth about her head.
Helia drew back. “What are ye d-doing?” Her voice trembled in both wicked anticipation and fear.
“Trust me.”
And she did. She trusted him to keep her safe and protected and to treat her like the queen he insisted she was.
A short time later, a blindfolded Helia sat nestled alongside Anthony on the carriage bench. A warmed blanket upon her lap and heating bricks added an impossible heat on this winter’s night.
“May I take this off?” she murmured, already reaching for the black satin fabric he’d gently fastened about her head.
“I’d rather you didn’t.” The velvet squabs dipped, and Helia found her legs shoved farther apart. “It heightens the pleasure.”
She knew what he attempted to do.
With a tantalizing languor, Anthony pushed her skirts up, higher and higher, and despite his denial, she removed the blindfold and gazed upon him.
Helia slipped her fingers through his hair, already knowing his intentions, and wanting them, but she made herself stop, preventing him from giving her what she hungered for.
He glanced up with a question in his eyes.
“I know,” she said softly.
His frown deepened.
“I know you are showing me that which you are unable to say.” She gently stroked his loose, ink-black curls.
Anthony placed a kiss on the inside of her thigh. “What is that, love?”
His question contained none of the rancor that’d been so much a part of their exchanges before.
“It is going to be fine.” Helia touched her palm to his cheek, and held his gaze. “We are going to be fine.”
Emotion blazed from within his eyes; an understanding passed between them.
They knew one another’s thoughts. They knew one another’s souls.
“It is going to be all right,” he vowed.
Anthony placed tantalizing kisses along first her right inner thigh, and then her left. As he did, the sough of his breath upon her hot flesh made the ache between her legs unbearable.
And then, he buried his tongue inside her slit.
