Chapter 3
Shayla
Meeting Iam yesterday was the most confusing thing I can remember. He isn’t human but I was unable to truly process the magnitude of that knowledge until I was away from him. He’s mesmerizing. The sight of him overwhelms my system while turning me on. That shit is confusing. Each step it took for me to go home filled me with more trepidation. A beingbeyond this world says I’m his. Iam slows my fight or flight response. I was torn between studying him and thinking of an escape. I know it wouldn’t help but I could’ve tried.
Since our run-in, I feel a difference. It’s hard to explain, but I feel something that wasn’t there before, like a sensation hanging on the edge of my consciousness. A phantom itch or light buzzing, maybe? Instead of me wanting to rip off my skin, it compels me to try to pinpoint what’s happening.
By the time I reached home I’d had a full-blown panic attack. What the hell am I going to do about Iam? It took me a while to fall asleep. Now, hints of the sun filter into my room to awaken. It’s surprisingly peaceful. I roll onto my back and stretch with a hint of a smile on my lips.
“That’s what happens when you get good dick.”
Startled, my eyes pop open and are met with the green ones that’s haunted me. He’s levitating above me smirking as if this is normal. He reaches out and caresses my cheek like we’re lovers and I invited him here. He has the strangest green eyes
“I invited myself,” he tells me in response to my thoughts. He floats down until he’s an inch above me. “You’re so beautiful when you’re scared. It makes my dick hard.”
“You want me to fear you?”
“Your fear is your problem.”
I’m about to ask him what in the hell he means when he bites his lower lip. My body feels caressed although his hands are behind his head. My nipples are tweaked, and the warmth continues down while his green eyes smolder.
“What are you doing?” I moan the question despite wanting him to take me seriously.
Touching you.
He’s in my head again yet this time it’s sexier.
How?
With my presence. I can fuck you, too.
I feel him stretching me and his eyes flutter closed. My hands grip my sheets as my back arches. I want friction but he rises just out of my reach.
“This is a violation,” I protest although he has me close to cuming already.
My desire coats my underwear and my nipples feel like they're being sucked.
“I can’t violate what’s mine,” he counters.
He doesn’t sound close anymore. When I force my eyes open, I see him sitting in a chair I didn’t have before. His long, powerful legs are spread, his hand rests on the hard dick outlined in hisblack pants. The matching black shirt emphasizes his fairness and his slicked-back hair makes his eyes pop. Sex and danger, it’s the best way I can describe him. He toys with me; taking me right where he needs me to be then back off all without moving from his spot. I can’t decide if this ability is a gift from heaven or hell, but I know it’s sweet torture.
“What do you want?” I plead as writhe under his ministrations.
“Accept you’re mine.”
“I don’t know you.”
My whine is interrupted by his snicker. “Your body disagrees.”
In a flash, I’m naked on my hands and knees and he’s pumping into me in slow, teasing strokes. Iam pulls my head back by my hair and holds it in place with his hand on my neck. A mirror I didn’t have before is in front of us.
“Look at your eyes, the way your lips are parted, and your flushed skin. I haven’t begun to show you all the ways I can fuck you.”
Iam shows me what he means with one hard thrust. I cry out my pleasure, but he forces me to keep my eyes open as I cum. I’m too tired to speak but I know he can hear my thoughts.
I told you I needed time.
I gave you time.
