Helen had to stop, she had to take a step back and tell john to leave, but he felt so good against her. His lips sliding over hers and his arms around her waist, she didn’t want to stop. But she had to; there was work to be done, important work. And with that thought cold water poured through her quelling the lust beginning to build. Helen leaned back and cupped John’s face to make him stop. She had to take a moment to breathe, to gain her sense’s back, and to gain her self back. John always had a way of corrupting her, secretly she loved it, but now she needed to be Helen Magnus the leader of the Sanctuary, not Helen Magnus desperately wanting a man who was bad for her.
“John… stop... please” Helen gasped out, but leaned back in kissed along the right side of his jaw line, trailing her lips up and kissing the scar she had left him with.
“Then… perhaps….” John couldn’t finish his sentence, hips lips had taken Helen’s again. But he needed to stop; he had said he would take her, not like this. It would be a time and place of his choosing, and set to his own mood. Gathering all his will John stepped free of her, of her body, and the welcoming heat that called to him. He noted that Helen had to brace her hands against the edge of her desk as he reached back and felt for the arm of the couch. She could sap his strength and will power, and all with a kiss.