Chapter Eight
“Shh, shh. You’re okay,” I whisper. I look down at Kameron’s pale face, watching as his eyes finally begin to fill with recognition again. I reach forward, gently catching his stray tears, as he sucks in one sharp breath after another.
“Did I hurt you?” He asks frantically.
“No Kameron, I’m okay.” Technically I’m not lying to him, physically I’m left untouched this time.
But hearing him stuck in a loop, begging for his parents shattered something in me.
Seeing him, this lethal killer, this monster, break with such intimacy has completely rattled me.
For the last eight years I was trained to believe that if Satan was to walk on Earth, it would be in the form of Kameron Lethki.
How can the evil who killed my brother for his own benefit make me feel so deeply?
His fingers rise to graze the side of my hands, strolling up and down my thumbs which are still placed against his face.
The muscles in his face begin to relax and his eyes search mine for understanding.
Thank you, Lilith. The silent gratitude travels between us as he holds my palms in his. “Will you stay with me?”
My heart skips a beat at his request. I internally fight with myself to say no, to tell him goodnight and go back to my room. But instead, I find myself placing my cheek against his chest. His warmth radiates through me, his heartbeat echoing into my ear.
“Thank you.” His voice comes out soft as his hands begin to drift over my curves. “I didn’t want to be alone anymore.”
I turn my head to look up at him, his beautiful brown eyes already staring down at me.
My stomach flutters as I take a moment to really study him.
The moonlight catches against the lightest shades in his eyes, making the dark colors sink deeper in.
A little world full of Mariana Trenches.
He is so beautiful and I can’t help the subtle nudge as I press myself harder into his thigh.
I bite onto the inside of my cheek waiting for a reaction, but he continues to stare at me, slowly tickling up and down my thigh.
“You terrify me.” The words slip out of my mouth before I realize what I’m saying.
“Why is that, Lilith?” Kameron’s eyebrows draw together, but the pads of his fingers continue to roam me, causing heat to pull in between my thighs. A soft whimper leaves me as he slowly pulls at the waistband of my sweats.
“Because you’re a monster, yet somehow the only place I’ve felt truly safe in so long.
” I close my eyes, pushing myself against him once again.
The ache is almost unbearable. My body craves him like it craves air.
Desperate for more, I grab onto his wrist, beckoning him back to the place between my thighs.
He finally dips below the elastic band of my pants, gliding his fingers against my folds.
My thin underwear, now growing damp, is the only barrier between me and what I so badly crave.
The pressure he applies leaves me delirious as he continues on with the conversation. “Why do you think I’m a monster?”
I grip onto his shirt as he slowly begins to rub circles against my clit, finding the perfect rhythm to bring me closer to euphoria.
His other hand wraps gently into my hair, tugging at the scalp and forcing me to look up to him.
“You were supposed to kill me,” I whisper, fighting to keep the moans at bay.
Kameron drags my panties off to the side, before dipping his fingers into my wetness.
He returns the pressure back to my bundle of nerves, using my own arousal as lubricant.
“Kameron, please,” I mumble out, my eyes rolling back at his touch.
Please stop touching me, please let me go, please let me be free.
My thoughts run rampant, unsure of what I’m really asking for.
Please don’t stop. Please show me who you truly are and why I shouldn’t hate you. Please make me come.
Two of his fingers slip inside me, forcing a gasp to escape.
The pleasure is nothing like I’ve felt before.
A craving unlike any other, addiction at its finest form.
“And yet you’re still alive.” His words catch me off guard.
Completely lost to the feeling of him inside me, I lose track of what I had said.
“Try again, Lilith. Why do you think I’m a monster? ”
The curl of his fingers leaves me stuttering, trying to find a response.
The only thing running through my mind is more.
I need more of him. I crave feeling him inside of me as my pussy clenches against his thick girth.
He slows to a halt, watching me, waiting for a response.
“No, no. Please don’t stop,” I whine out with desperation.
“Then answer me.” I claw at his shirt, pleading with my eyes for him to let this go. All I want is to live in this moment with him. For us to stay is this dark bubble of temptation until the morning sun comes around. Yet, he doesn’t waiver.
“You’ve killed people, Kameron.” He stares down at me, bringing his hand to my face in order to pull down on my lower lip.
“And I would do it again and again if it meant that my life would continue to lead back to you.” I search his eyes for any proof that he’s not serious, but come up empty handed.
Kameron really has and would continue to kill for me.
The fear of being the reason for so many deaths, mixes with the lust pulsing inside me.
My tongue darts out, catching the tip of his thumb.
A soft moan rumbles its way through Kameron as I swirl myself against his thumb. The sound alone is orgasmic.
I wrap my top leg over him, using the momentum to right myself up, so I’m straddling him.
Kam's muscles flex as he grabs hold of my hips. Truly God’s creation, I think to myself staring down at him.
His chiseled jaw twitches with restraint as he nudges my hips, urging me to start moving.
“Take your shirt off Lilith, I want to admire my holy grail.” I grind against his waist, feeling his blood filled cock push against my opening.
The need to feel him inside of me intensifies as I feel him strain against his pants.
My hands tease with the hem of my shirt, slowly pulling it over my figure.
I’m completely desperate to drag this out as long as possible, terrified of facing my feelings for him in the morning.
My breasts lightly bounce as they’re released from their fabric hold.
“Good fucking God, Lilith,” Kameron groans from below me, staring up at me with nothing but admiration.
Arousal has completely soaked through my panties, leaving me grinding into the pool of my own sins.
Kameron’s hands raise until they’re tightly grasping my waistband.
Our eye contact heats my body like an inferno, knowing the only way to douse the flame is to fall off the edge.
“Do you trust me?” His question comes out light, so quiet I second guess if he actually spoke.
“I want to,” I answer truthfully, still continuing to gaze upon him. A slight tremor of fear works its way through me, worried that my answer will be met with the anger I know he’s capable of. He gives me a light smile that doesn’t quite meet his eyes as he drops his hands back down to my thighs.
“Then not yet, my sweet girl.” He reaches up, brushing strands of my loose hair behind my ear. Embarrassment floods into me, and if we weren’t in the dark I’m sure I would look as red as a cherry right now.
“I don't understand,” I whisper out, finally breaking eye contact and looking down to where our bodies touch. It takes all my strength to not dart into my room, to not hide away from the rejection. You stupid foolish girl, I think to myself, you threw yourself at him. You’re just a pawn.
I reach forward, yanking my shirt off of the space next to Kameron’s body.
Quickly throwing it back on, I look down at him once again.
His eyes flicker with grief but it only fuels my anger towards him.
He is the one who stopped this, and thank the Lord for that.
“I don’t want you until you can stop viewing me as the villain, Lilith. I don’t want to be the bad guy to you.”
I hold my breath as I take in his words.
Once again I’m being torn in between listening to my gut and believing him, or saving myself from the heart ache and danger he could bring into my life.
It’s a battle I never had to face with Elijah.
He might have had his flaws, but he never shattered me.
He took care of me, even after Kameron left us to rot in the basement.
He fought for me and brought me to safety back in Boulder, showing me that he and Apollyon meant well.
Elijah had granted me peace, which is all I’ve ever truly desired.
“I’m going to go back to bed, Kameron.” My voice slices through the quiet air like a dually sharpened knife, hurting us both. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
Before he has a chance to respond my feet are already pressed against the cool, wooden floorboards. They creak as I walk away from the couch, the sound filling the aching void that grows between Kam and I.