Eating Helen (1) *

"HMM!"

Before she could continue lamenting, before she could once again let guilt consume her, I silenced her in the only way I knew how.

I leaned in, and kissed her.

Her breath hitched in surprise, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she melted into the kiss, her fingers gripping the sheets before slowly reaching up to tangle in my hair. The sorrow in her eyes faded, replaced by something warmer, something desperate yet tender.

In that moment, words were unnecessary.

The air between us was electric, charged with a raw, unrelenting hunger that had been building for far too long. I wasn't just going to fuck her—I was going to claim her, to obliterate every thought in her mind until all she could feel, all she could know, was me. Guilt, hesitation, doubt—none of it would survive what I was about to do to her. She would be mine, completely and utterly.

"Mhnnn~~~"