His voice so close almost made her duck her chin, such a reflexive action, to hide her deepening blush. But once she was looking at him she took a breath, only for a moment, before she felt his kiss. Helena could only manage a soft, feminine little murmur before she melted against him. Her lips yielded effortlessly and willingly under his demands, not needing nor caring for any gentleness. Her hands held him as she pressed close, and she wanted to be closer still. She didn’t notice if anyone was around to see her be so affectionate and she wouldn’t have cared if there were. She was too caught up in the moment, in the feel of him, to care about anything else other than this.