218 Jealous

AUTHOR'S POV

"Is it always like this?", Helena wondered as she rest her back on Stellan's chest.

"It's never like this", he answered as he sniff her hair with eyes closed.

"I like it", she said. Helena noticed the broken mirror across the privy. Remembering the wounds on Stellan's fist, Helena realized Stellan might have poured out his sensitivities on the mirror.

"I'm glad you're impressed", Stellan uttered. "May I?", he whispered to her ears that rattled the beat of her heart. Helena let Stellan remove her clothing one by one as he drop them on the floor. With trembling hands, he opened every button, and untied every ribbon.

"You're shaking", she noticed, taking her boots off.

"You don't know how hard I'm trying to get a hold of myself.", Stellan uttered. "Right now, I'm more than curious to justify again all my imaginations of how soft your skin under my touch, how sweet your taste is, and how warm would it be inside of you".

Helena was surprised hearing Stellan's erotic thoughts out loud. "Such lewd dreams you've been having. I've always thought you had the best sense of patience". She removed her trousers as it slip down the floor.

"I waited so long for this...", Stellan pulled one last ribbon on her chemise shirt, and lifted her hands as he pull it up.

Her long black hair covered Helena's nakedness. Then, she walked barefoot towards the round bath tub and dipped her body in the warm water that smelled of roses. Stellan left his mouth open seeing Helena enchantingly beautiful in his bath tub.

"Come here, Stellan", she called, with such mesmerizing eyes to behold.

As if spell driven, Stellan sauntered towards Helena to the bath tub. He took off his clothes without removing his darting gaze on her. Helena swallowed at his hardened shaft, as she turn around. She felt her cheeks get flushed, recalling that such big thing entered her body. Dipping her body a little lower, she tilted her head back completely drowning her her hair in the water.

The water rippled as she hear Stellan slowly get into the tub. Helena sat upright, as she gather her damped hair in one side… washing and brushing the clumps of locks with her fingers. In a moment, she felt Stellan's hands soaping her back. He rubbed her delicate skin lightly, and nibbled where the water ran. Helena let out a soft sigh as she feel Stellan's warm tongue lick her shoulder up to her neck.

"Am I the first girl here?", she turned around and kneeled in between Stellan's legs, allowing him to touch her with the soap in his hands. Stellan explored her body with his rough palms as he lovingly lather the soap on her slender arms to her shoulders… then to her small waist. His eyes were focused only where his hands touches.

"No", Stellan continued to rub her skin, as it gives a certain kind of heat on Helena, everywhere he touch.

Helena squinted her eyes at Stellan who's struggling to concentrate in bathing her. She rested her hands on Stellan's hard chest, as he continued to scrub her supple skin until it turn red. She wondered if he did the same to the others who came here first.

"Princess Eirah forced her way in, while I was taking a shower. I kicked her out", Stellan uttered nonchalantly, unsure if he would soap Helena on her chest. As he see Helena's body upclose, there's no more spiral marks of a traveler on her rib. This is the real Helena, he thought.

"Kick a princess out?", Helena turned around as she roll her eyes taking the soap from Stellan's hands. "And you expect me to believe that?", she shook her head with a wistful smile, then then slid a little farther soaping her neck, down to her chest and waist. She suddenly felt ill to her stomach remembering the time how the lovely princess in the glorious gown embraced Stellan with a smile comfort in her lips and glint in the eyes back in Brandenburg. It almost seemed like the world stopped turning seeing them locked in each other's arms.

Stellan's mind became more erratic as he watch Helena's small hands touch her body. Her warm skin with a pinkish glow as her damp hair trail her bare body was a sight to see. Yet, Seeing her jealous made him feel more secured that the woman who owns his heart, sees him the way he does. "Alesso and Vesta were here. Here, let me do it", Stellan pulled Helena on his lap and lifted one of her legs on the tub seat as he scrub her legs, to her toes.

Helena flinched at Stellan gentle touch. As she rest her head in his broad shoulder, Helena suddenly feel at ease… "Hnm", she closed her eyes and as she rest against Stellan's body with his other arm snaked around her waist. She blushed when she felt something poke her back. "Did you do this to her too? You seem very good at it".

"You're more beautiful when you're jealous", Stellan teased as he hug her from behind.

"I.. am not!", Helena denied as she forcefully move away, making big splashes of water.

"You're such a terrible liar", Stellan squeezed his arms around Helena's waist not letting her go. "Nothing happened between me and Eirah. I like this version of you. I'm yours, Helena. You can be possessive of me, all the time", he uttered as he rest his head on her nape.

The water started to get cold.

As Helena rinse all the soapy feeling from her hair and her entire body, they both decided to slowly get out of the tub. Stellan held Helena as they walk on the slippery floor. Helena wrapped herself with a towel, dragged a chair and pushed Stellan on it chair barenaked and dripping with water.

"I don't like it rough, Helena", Stellan licked his lips as he gaze at Helena looking through his drawers by his broken mirror with only a towel covering her body. He sighed deeply as get a grip of himself. Numerous times, he imagined bending her over, grabbing her hair and getting into that little body of hers. For a while now, he'd like to hear the sound of her moans and soft giggles. He wanted to taste more than the sweetness of her skin, and feel the strong grip of her hands when he savor every inch of her body.

"You… are getting a haircut", she showed him a pair of hair-cutting shears. He smiled with his palm on his face, as she eagerly walk back right behind him. Combing his dark blonde locks, Helena was completely decided to chop off a few inches of Stellan's hair.

"Do you know what you're doing?", Stellan asked as he let Helena take charge of his new hairstyle. The privy floor that was spotless clean, now is filled with water, petals and chopped off locks of hair.