Chapter 135: Victor - Helen 11

Chapter 135: Victor - Helen 11
She looked around to see where the bathroom was as she walked, then reluctantly asked him.
"Victor, where is the bathroom? I want to take a bath. My clothes..."
He listened to her, then looked at her again. She was indeed a bit disheveled. Her shirt was covered in his blood, her face was still swollen, and her hair was messy.
She should take a bath, but where would she get clothes?
He looked at her with concern, not knowing whether to ask or not.
He hesitated for a long time, then led her into the bathroom, stammering: "Helen, I don't have any clothes for you to change at home... I... I..."
She frowned at him. Wasn't this guy very aggressive? Now he was even acting shy.
"I'll wear your clothes. What's there to worry about?" Helen said seriously.
What she meant was to wear his clothes first, then think about it later.
 However, when her serious words entered Victor's mind, they turned into provocative words. So his mind began to be filled with all sorts of things: love, men, and women; he even imagined her wearing only his shirt. 
Victoria blushed like a boiled shrimp; that's right, that's right, he was embarrassed when he thought of her. 
Looking at his appearance, she knew he was thinking nonsense. 
"Victor, get me your clothes, I'm telling you the truth, what nonsense are you thinking? Is there something wrong with your mind?" 
Ah... he was startled, then regained his composure, "Okay, okay, I'll go get it right away." 
Victor quickly turned away to get his clothes. 
He blamed himself in his heart. "Damn, what was I thinking? So embarrassing." 
A moment later, he took a set of his pajamas, the most beautiful set, and placed them in front of the bathroom door for her. 
 After that, he went to another room in the house to take a bath. He was used to being alone, but she was different; he didn't know if she would be sad if she married him, and then came back here to live.
Thinking about this, he felt a little sad.
He just hoped things wouldn't be like he thought.
In the big house, the whole villa was immersed in the night.
After taking a bath, he and she sat next to each other on the swing. The crescent moon was high in the sky.
Helen had just finished bathing; her hair was still wet, her body still smelled faintly of his shower gel.
Victor sat close, smelling it clearly, unconsciously, he muttered, "Helen, you smell so good, I like it."
She looked at him, caught his bewildered gaze looking at her, and quickly turned her face away.
So embarrassed, oh my god, she had lived to be 30 years old and had never had a guy look at her so passionately.
 He saw her shy, embarrassed, not too surprised. After all, even if she was the leader, she was still a girl, his girl.
Helen reached out and pulled her into his arms, whispering, "Helen, thank you so much."
She looked up at him, "Thank me? For what?"
"For everything." He replied briefly.
She lowered her eyes, not looking at him anymore, "No need, do I need you to thank me? You live well, stay by my side, that's what you thank me for. I don't like empty words of thanks."
He smiled, then raised his hand, caressed Helen's wet hair, "Okay, I will live well and stay by your side for life."
Hearing him say that, she knew he was serious, not joking.
Her heart was shaking nonstop.
Helen's two small arms unconsciously wrapped around Victor's waist, hugging him tightly.
Her lips unconsciously kissed his lips, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
Victor was stunned by her ambiguous gesture. For the first time, she took the initiative to hug him, kiss his lips, even though the kiss was only fleeting.
She looked at his reaction and laughed; her cheeks also blushed because of that.
So cute.
Helen didn't know that her current appearance had directly broken through his last remaining barrier of desire.
He raised his hand to lift her chin, a gentle kiss fell, starting from her forehead, then to the bridge of her nose, to her rosy cheeks, and finally to her beautiful lips.
This kiss of his was not forced, not rushed, extremely gentle, sweet.
 It made her forget everything; at this moment, she only wanted to respond to him greedily.
Under the moonlight, the passionate lovers kissed each other endlessly, not letting go.
The final limit had been broken.
Victor, a strong man, picked up the girl; both of their lips were still greedy, reluctant to leave.
Very quickly, he carried her into the room, the room was only dimly lit by the night light.
Put her on the bed, but the kiss still did not stop; she unconsciously pulled hard, forcing him to lie down on the bed with her.
The two passionately hugged each other. He left her lips, his voice hoarse, whispering.
"Helen, I want you. Can you give it to me? I will take responsibility."
She looked at him, her eyes filled with tears. At this moment, in her eyes, there was only Victor, not caring about having to get married before having sex.
 She didn't answer him, only using actions instead of words, refusing him. Her small hands began to unbutton his shirt, one button, then two buttons, very quickly, his healthy, tanned skin appeared before her eyes. 
On his chest, she vaguely saw a medium-sized tattoo that was clearly two letters intertwined. 
Was it his and her names? 
She unconsciously kissed that body, her small tongue also boldly licked his skin. 
His body trembled slightly. That ambiguity directly stimulated Victor, "Helen, you started the fire, then you must be responsible for putting it out. After tonight, you will be my woman." 
The words in his mind just ended, his two hands roughly tore her pajamas, and her jade-like body immediately appeared before his eyes. 
Helen only now realized the danger, but was it too late? 
 Ask which rabbit ran to the wolf's mouth and escaped. She lit the fire, but still wanted to run.
Her body was empty, not a piece of cloth covering her body, so embarrassing.
Victor's lips touched hers again, this time not forced, but roughly invaded. He was like a leader who had just broken through a solid wall, then aggressively entered a new land.
Outside was a cold crescent moon, inside, warm and sweet sex.
On the big bed, Victor and Helen were entangled together, immersed in love.
His two arms tightly hugged her small body, his lips kissed everywhere, and he forcefully explored the fertile land in front of him.
It was just his vague gestures; the main thing had not yet come, but Helen really wanted to faint; her whole body was limp. "Victor, give it to me, I want..." Her voice was trembling, soft, making him extremely happy.
"You said it." The order was given; he just had to do it.
Quickly, he used his thighs to separate her legs, slowly entering the most important place.
The final step of the reclamation process.
Helen suddenly remembered what her mother said: the girl's first time would be very painful.