Page 35 of Fear No Hell
Sam
Ican’t stop looking at Lila’s hand laying over my left pec.
Normally, I would be embarrassed by the fact that I’m pretty sure I moaned when she touched me.
Any humiliation I might be feeling is edged out by my distraction at how dilated her pupils are.
They’ve all but overtaken her irises, scarlet right now with only a thin line of the color surrounding the blackness.
Shit, severely dilated pupils can mean any number of issues from a head injury to a panic attack. She doesn’t use drugs, so it’s not that. Small fucking miracle.
“Lila, I need you to keep your eyes open.” I cup her face in one hand, keeping her gaze locked on mine as I check her pulse at her throat with the other.
It’s going way too fast. “That’s such a good girl, keeping those eyes open for me.
You’re doing so well. Just keep those eyes on me, sweetness, while I check your vitals.
” With the stress coursing through me, I’m barely able to enjoy the incredible sensation of touching her, feeling the softness of her skin under my fingers again. “Did you hit your head?”
“Sam,” she whimpers, the end of my name trailing off into a moan.
My heart thumps hard at the carnal sound. Medical emergency, Eaton, not sexual. Right. Maybe if I remind myself at least six more times, I won’t fantasize about that noise during my shower before work. “I need to know if you—”
“Sam.” Her scarlet eyes glow, a vibrant flash of light in the dark room. “I’m not injured.”
The terse words sink into my brain, and I stop looking for harm and start looking for other markers. She’s flushed, her cheekbones and upper chest rosy. Her nipples are tight buds pressing against the fabric of… Fuck. Me. I love it when she wears my clothes.
“If you’re not injured, sweetness, what are you doing up here?” I sound like I’m growling. “Do you need something else?”
“You know I do.” Her mouth curves into a pretty little smirk as she presses every curve of her body against mine. “And I think you need something too.”
Her hands drop to my waist, her fingers tracing patterns along the skin of my lower spine. Without thinking, I press into her harder, rocking my dick against her stomach.
“Let me make you feel good, beautiful boy,” she coos at me, sliding her hand beneath the waistband of my sweats.
As her hand trails over my bare hip towards the front of my body, I suddenly remember I’m not wearing anything underneath them.
Her smirk blooms into a stunning smile at the broken groan I release as she touches me for the first time outside of my dreams, her fingers wrapping around my cock.
Fuck. My hips punch forward, driving the full length of my shaft through her tight fist, my head falling back at the sensation.
She drags her hand along me again, and I force myself to raise my head, shaking it to try and gain some control over myself.
No amount of movement loosens the hold the aroused fog has on me.
Fortunately, there's a tiny, still functioning part of my brain that knows this has to be about her.
“Hey,” I rasp, stopping her next stroke. “How about you let me take care of you instead?”
Her scarlet-hued eyes grow wide, and she nibbles at her lower lip with a fang. “You don’t want me to make you come?”
“Fucking hell, I want that more than life itself.” I rub my thumb along her cheekbone, the flush staining her golden skin warm against my flesh.
“But this is your first time being intimate since… well, since everything, and I want to make sure it’s all about you.
” It takes me all of two seconds to realize I’m not above begging to convince her to let me taste her.
“Please let me make you feel good, sweetness.”
“Yes.” That temptress smile comes back in full force. “Make me feel good, Sam.”
“As you wish.” Bending at the knees, I swoop my hands under her ass, lifting her into my arms, turning, and tossing her onto the bed behind me in one fluid motion.
Her shirt rides up along her hips as she scrambles to the headboard, giving me a quick flash of her pussy that almost takes me to my knees.
I drop to the mattress at her feet and fumble my iWalk off, so I can crawl up to her without it getting in the way. Without a thought, I toss it to the side and turn back to her. The second I do, her legs slam together.
I press my hand between her knees, rubbing my thumb over her skin as I try to push her legs apart, but they don’t budge. A panicked squeak above me has me freezing in place. I lift my gaze over her body, clad only in my shirt, up to her face, which is now a distinct shade of green. “Lila.”
Her eyes dart to mine, pale blue again and filled with fear.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want, sweetness. If you want to stop all of this right now, I’m happy to lie next to you and hold you.” I trace a circle along her kneecap. “No pressure to do anything else. You hold all the power here.”
“I want you so badly, though.” Her voice shakes.
“Every day, I take back a little of myself from Arthur in that basement, and it turns me on so much. By the time you get home, I want to shove you to the ground and ride you because you’re the only one I want.
And now that I know what it feels like to kiss you… I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Holy fuck. The filthiness of her words has a piercing whine filling my ears at the visual she’s painting. Whatever air I had in my chest is frozen as I try to force myself past the debilitating desire racing through me.
“Sam?” My name, said in little more than a whisper, cuts through my malfunctioning thought processes, still circling around one phrase: shove you to the ground and ride you because you’re the only one I want.
“Okay, yeah. Okay, I’m here.” I shake my head, forcing myself back from the edge until I can understand and speak more than four words. “Okay, then I guess we’ll have to ease you into this.” I exhale slowly then ask the goddess lying partially naked in front of me, “Can I kiss you?”