Page 23 of In Love With the Leshy

He looks at me curiously. “Does it bother you that my skin is so different than yours?”

“It’s not. Your hands are smooth and . . . “ My eyes trail down his body. His thighs have the slightest brown tint and an unusual texture as his veins bulge at the surface, giving the rough appearance of tree bark. He even has what looks like a knot on the side of his knee. “You mean your legs?”

“Not just my legs.”

“Oh.” I allow my eyes the privilege of studying his manhood. He asked, after all. I’m not sure if that’s what you’d call it on a Leshy? I can’t pull my eyes away from it. It’s just as unique and beautiful as he is. His long, thick member is devoid of any hair or leaves. It’s wide at the base, like a thick branch growing out of a tree trunk. Like the wood it impersonates, the veiny surface looks rough and uneven. At the peak, the tip is rounded Instead of the usual mushroom head other men have.

“I definitely say you please me,” I say, with my eyes focused on his lower half. “Terrify me too. I mean, I don’t know how that would even fit—”

With a heaving breath, Em sweeps me into his arms, interrupting my thoughts. He carries me into the warm water of the spring. My hands clasp around his neck. I can get used to being carried around like this. My body goes limp as it’s submerged in the water. Still holding me, Em sits on the slab where I sat earlier.

He sets me down beside him and leans his forehead against mine, nuzzling the side of my face with his nose. This kind of heated touch laced with innocence is torture. I need more.

Getting to my feet, I stand in front of him, half in and half out. Droplets of water run down my chest and off the hardened tips of my mounds. The pink peaks are tight and pebbled. His eyes, in line with my breasts, are stuck on them like glue. The heat in his lustful stare is like a lethal laser, branding me with an invisible mark.

Em’s legs open as he grabs my waist and yanks me closer to his body, only inches from him. His large hands cover my breasts. Palm them, sending a sharp spear of need to my core. Reaching behind his head, I pull it closer to me.

He looks up through his green lashes and locks his eyes on mine as his tongue lashes against my nipple. Shivers run up my spine at the feel of his warm breath against my chilled skin. My fingers tighten in his hair, holding him in place as he licks and laps at the sensitive peak. My body jerks at the feel of his rough, sandpaper-like tongue. A texture that wasn’t there when he kissed me.

My eyes close and my head falls back as I moan in pleasure. My fingers dig into his solid shoulders as my back arches from the overload of sensation. I think I might fall or break in two, but his hands hold me upright and keep me in one piece. I squeeze my thighs together, needing to feel him touch me in my most sensitive spot.

I moan and call his name as longing builds deep inside me. Staring at the hulking god making my body hum turns up my inner heat to near combustion levels. He buries his face between my breasts, licking down to the bottom of my sternum, and pulls me by my ass onto his lap.

Straddling him, I feel his enormous erection through the thin material of my panties. Guiding my hips, he moves me so that I rub against his length. I think he’s growing bigger by the second. Although his shaft looks like literal wood, it feels warm and flesh-like.

“Please take me,” I plead, as if my life depends on it.

“I’ve watched humans,” he says through labored breath, gently nipping at my neck so that each time his teeth close on my flesh, it sends a twinge of pain to my aching pussy. “I’m starting to see why they like this so much.”

“You mean you’ve never . . .” I pant, desperate to remove the lone barrier keeping us from officially becoming one. “Had sex?”

He shakes his head. “It’s never been a need or desire. Before now.”

I can’t take anymore. I reach down to slide over the sliver of material between my legs so I can position him between my swollen lips and satisfy us both. Before I can complete my mission, I’m stopped.

I think his long fingers must have wrapped around my wrists, taking hold and pulling them away from my body, but as I look down, I realize his hands are on my hips. Open-mouthed, I gasp at the realization that leafy vines have taken hold of me and are pulling my wrists behind my back.

“Don’t resist, my little flower. Your petals are slow to open. I shall take time coaxing you and stroking you, but I will not pollinate you until you are mine.”

His words confuse me, but I can’t try to make sense of them. Not with the gentle touch of leaves stroking along each side of my panty line as more vines wrap around my legs as he holds me in place, grinding his hips against me.

“Please, Em. It hurts to be this close, want you so bad, and not have any relief. Please, I need to feel you inside me.”

Vines tighten their grip around the top of my thighs, entwining and knotting with the vines holding my wrists. I’m at his mercy, and the thought simultaneously terrifies me and acts like an aphrodisiac. I don’t worry that he’ll abuse me but that he won't allow me the release I need. Even soaked in water, I can feel my pussy drip with desire.

“Stay with me, Erin. At least for tonight. Stay and see what our life together can be like.” He closes his mouth around one of my nipples and sucks hard. Another leafy vine slips under the waistband of my underwear and slides between my folds, flicking back and forth over my clit. He overloads me with sensation, working my body over. “Be my queen, Little Flower, and I’ll let you fully bloom.”

I don’t understand what he’s saying, but this is no time to stop and ask for clarification. I’m on a journey, and I’m so desperate to get to my destination at the land of explosive orgasms I’ll agree to anything.

“Yes, Em. Yes. I’ll do anything you want.”

Chapter 12

“What?” I ask, uncomfortable with the intensity of Em’s relentless stare. After slipping out of my soaked panties and drying off, I pull on the dress Masha left for me. Em stands statue still, watching me. “Did the water turn my hair green or something?”

His only response is deep, rumbly laughter. At least he’s motionless with a smile on his face. It feels like hours pass before he speaks.

“I’d like to introduce you to a friend.”

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