I’m so carried away, her question catches me by surprise.
“Did you stalk me? Come into my bedroom at night?”
By the time I’ve frozen, I’ve as good as told her.
“What makes you think that?” I stall, and she’d be within her rights to call me on it, under the terms I set for our game.
“I had a nightmare.”
I remember. Vividly. “No one is going to hurt you, Lily. Least of all your cousin.” I push my lips onto her skin and run my hand down her body, right to her little bare feet.
“I didn’t feel alone,” she continues. “And when I woke, the cold side of the bed was warm.”
“Forgive me.” I lose the plea on her breast. “I couldn’t help it, Lily. I had to be near you.”
“I understand,” she whispers in reply. “I needed that as well.”
Adrenaline rushes into me. Fuck. I was right. My angel has been stalking me too. I lift myself so I’m braced over her, covering her little body with mine. I stare into her pretty brown eyes.
“You love me, don’t you?”
Neither of us breathes.
I shouldn’t have said that. It’s too much, too soon. I’m a fucking devil and she’s an angel. Of course she doesn’t love me.
But she doesn’t reply.
“Tell me the truth, Lily.” I slide my hand down and linger meaningfully at the waistband of her knickers.
She presses her lips together, whitening their pink bow.
“Tell me the truth, or you’ll pay the other price.” Deliberately, I pluck the elastic aside and stretch the cotton of her little white knickers with my big hand as I push in further.
I’m a beast.
Still not a peep from her.
My fingertips brush soft curls. I don’t stop.
And as I reach lower, she whimpers. Then I feel it. She’s soaked through her knickers. The warm, wet arousal is spilling out of her, and my fingers slip into her folds so easily, like melted butter.
A groan tears from my throat as I find her clit, already firm and swollen for me. A light stroke and her hips roll. Lily pushes herself onto my hand.
“That’s it,” I tell her. I circle the little bud and she gives a choking cry. “So responsive. So wet.”
I begin a slow campaign to bring her to the peak, but immediately she’s writhing, needing more.
“Do you want me to make you come on my fingers?”
A wordless keening noise is all the reply I get, and she tenses, heels digging into the mattress.
“I think you need to come, angel.” It’s in every shuddering part of her body. She’s wound up beyond bearing. I did that to her.
I put a little more pressure onto her clit for the next touch, and she gasps.
Irresistible. Lily is beautiful like this. I keep stroking her as she trembles.
“Be my good girl. Tell me that you love me, and I’ll give you both,” I say, the risk rasping my throat. “I’ll give you everything you need. I’ll spoil you.”
