Helena drew her knees together and tried the breathing technique she had learned from the discrete research she had done in her fathers library. Helena missed the familiar comfort of her family’s country home, and accepted seat of power, in the little county of Dilanshire. She had been content to while her days away in the luscious gardens and luxurious forests, or reading the ancient tomes in the library. Home was so different than the strict stone edifices and pretty but useless landscape of Madame Marie’s Academy for Gently Born Young Ladies.
“In and out. In and out.” Helena thought hopeful that the tingle in her loins would subside.
Her enthusiasm waned after minutes of trying did nothing to quell the ache in her core. She groaned frustration mounting along with her unwanted arousal.
“IN and OUT. IN and OUT!” She mentally screamed wanting to close her eyes against the living temptations around her.
She knew closing her eyes to block out the veritable bevy of nubile curves and ravishing flesh that literally surrounded her would bring too much attention, so she suffered in silence, heat rising into her cheeks and between her legs.