Chapter 209: Burglar that Stole the Pussy

Under the soft lantern light, Kaisen strutted toward the large bed, draped in silks and pillows that probably cost more than his dignity.

Helena looked like a sleeping angel—if angels had curves that could make a saint sin—and Kaisen's heart pounded like a jackhammer on caffeine.

'How the fuck is this bitch so damn perfect? If I'd seen her on the streets, I'd have jumped her like a dog on a fresh, juicy steak!'

His brain knew it was exaggerating, but the rest of him didn't give a shit. He'd have seduced her—smooth, confident, maybe even gotten her to slap him so he could at least feel her hand on his face. Hell, he'd take any contact at this point.

'Man, no matter how many women I taste, it's never fucking enough!'

Kaisen thought, his grin stretching wider than his ego as he closed in on Helena's sleeping form. Her blonde hair was spread out like some kind of sexy halo, and her body was perfectly still—like a gorgeous statue, but with boobs.

He reached out, fingers twitching with anticipation, and ran his hand through her silky hair.

'Damn, this shit's smoother than a politician's lies. What other parts of her are just as soft?'

His thoughts took a detour south as he leaned in and grabbed her ass cheeks, giving them a firm squeeze like he was testing the ripeness of forbidden fruit.

Helena didn't even flinch, remaining perfectly asleep as Kaisen continued his cheeky exploration. He grinned wider, giving her ass another solid squeeze, relishing how it felt in his hands.

'Fuck, I could play with this all night.'

'Damn, her ass feels just like Alice's, but with a different kind of smoothness. Alice's skin is softer, but Helena's ass is tighter than a drum.'

He thought, giving them a few experimental squeezes like he was testing a pair of stress balls. But instead of calming him down, it just cranked his excitement up to eleven.

Leaning down, he wrapped his lips around one of those inviting nipples, just intending to take a little taste—but damn, was it addictive.

'Sweet. Fucking sweet like candy.'

Kaisen thought as he sucked harder, enjoying the way her tit felt against his tongue like the best damn treat he'd ever tasted. Helena started to squirm under him, her soft moans slipping out even in her sleep as Kaisen continued to feast on her nipple like he was trying to drain it dry.

With a mischievous grin, he pinched her other nipple, relishing the louder moan that escaped her lips like music to his ears.

When he finally pulled away, he admired his handiwork—her tit glistening with his saliva, like a shiny, wet trophy.

'Time to taste those delicious lips.'

He thought, grabbing her jaw with a mix of roughness and care, tilting her head back just enough to get the angle he wanted.

He pressed his lips against hers, starting with a gentle suck before forcing his tongue into her mouth, claiming it like he owned the place. Her mouth tasted like everything he craved, and he was ready to take every last bit of it.

Kaisen was like a kid in a candy store, except this candy was all woman, and he wanted to taste every damn inch of her.

Each kiss had him moaning like he was auditioning for a porno, and as Helena began to squirm more, her eyes fluttering open like she was waking from the world's sexiest dream, he knew it was time to kick things up a notch.

'Enough foreplay—time for the main event. Fuck, I've been holding back since Kara. She's in for a punishment of her own soon.'

Kaisen thought, pulling away from Helena's lips with a grin that could melt steel. Watching her slowly wake up was like watching a present unwrap itself, and he couldn't wait to dive in.