Page 20 of Beast of the Bayou

"Lila, you can't be here."

She steps closer. I step back.

"No." She shakes her head. "Please don't run."

So I stay frozen in my spot and wait for her permission. She steps inside the room and closes the door behind her. I keep my arms at sides. Lila closes the little distance between us. Then she reaches out.

"Lila, please don't," I plead softly. "I can't control myself around you. Especially not at night."

"Shhh. It's okay. I know everything now. And…I'm not scared. Not anymore."

Her fingers touch my lips. Just that touch makes my body vibrate with need. But I stay still. Her fingers trace over my lips, then carefully touch my canines.

"Wow. They're so sharp," she says in awe touching the tip with her index finger.

I nod once, my voice shaky. "I know. But I would never hurt you. That's why you need to leave, okay?" I study her face. "Please."

She shakes her head again. "I can't leave you." Her fingers glide down towards my chest and my body tenses. "I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop dreaming about you. I've never wanted anything as much as I want you," she confesses.

Relief floods through my body. I stare down into her vulnerable eyes. "You don't think I'm a monster?"

"No, baby. I've met monsters. And you're not one. You're not gonna hurt me. And I won't hurt you." She steps closer until her soft breasts are pushed up against me. "This is where I'm supposed to be. With you. I know that now."

"Lila—" I croak.

"Don't turn me away." She touches my face tenderly. "I won't leave you."

My heart pounds hard. I'm trying to force my breathing to stay steady. I swallow thickly.

Her hand drags down the side of my face and settles at my neck, right where my pulse is thrumming.

Lila whispers, "You can touch me if you want."

"…Are you sure?" I ask softly

She takes my hand and places it on her hip. "I'm one hundred percent sure."

I finally allow myself to touch her. My fingers glide up her back and she shivers under my touch. Her skin feels like silk. My arms wrap around her waist to pull her closer, my dick straining to be released from my underwear. Threading my fingers through her thick hair, my head dips down. Pressing my nose to her neck, I inhale her deeply.

She lets out a low moan. I growl low in my throat. Carefully, I kiss her neck. My other hand slides down to cup her ass as I bury my nose deeper into her skin. My tongue snakes out to lick it and she trembles in my arms.

"Solomon," she moans.

This isn't a dream this time. She's really here in my arms. Wanting me. Allowing me to touch her, and looking at me with eyes that hold no fear. Only longing. And desire. I scoop her into my arms, my nose still pressed against her skin as I carry her to the bed. Gently, I lay her down and step back to look at her. The way her skin glows iridescent blue in the moonlight makes this feel unreal.

I'm in awe. "You're perfect."

She smiles softly. "So are you."

"I've never…been with a woman," I admit.

Lila sits up and takes my hand. "I figured as much. But don't worry. We can take our time." She slides the straps of her nightgown over her shoulders. My breathe quickens as she slides it down her beautiful body. Her breasts sit, full and heavy. Her stomach is soft with a strands of colorful waistbeads around her waist. The smell of her arousal—warm and sweet, makes my stomach dip in anticipation. Her engorged lips covered by a sprinkle of soft hair commands my gaze.

"Can I touch you?" I ask hesitantly

Lila lays flat, arms spread out and legs open like an offering. "You can touch whatever you'd like. I'm yours."

A low growl rumbles from my chest. Climbing on the bed, I lay flat on my belly, my face in between her legs. She spreads them wider. Her insides glisten. Pressing my nose to the her, I inhale, rubbing my nose gently against the stiff clit.