Chapter 118

"She said we could have sex."

Layla felt her entire body vibrate as she said those words. She could feel him freeze behind her. It felt like the entire world stopped moving.

She didn't know why she said that. That wasn't true; she knew exactly why she had said it. At the same time, she wished the ground would open and swallow her.

How could she let her urge take control like that? Besides, it wasn't the doctor that was stopping them from having sex. It was her.

"Yes, she did," he said and gently placed his hands on her shoulders.

She took a sharp breath at his words. His voice was just as unsteady as hers and from his scent, she could tell he wasn't against the idea.

"But we are not going to do anything you don't want," he said and gently pushed against her shoulders to get her out of his lap.

She held on, her lips trembling slightly at the thought of what she was about to say. "What if I w-want it?"

What was she saying? Layla buried her face in her palms. What was she doing going against the rules she had put in place?

But that was exactly why.

Davian would never do anything she didn't approve of. She had seen enough evidence to be certain of this. Despite his arousal, he didn't touch her inappropriately or make any lewd comment.

Dread filled her as she realized he wasn't saying anything and it didn't feel like he had moved since she said it.

Did he not want to? Was it that now that she was ready, he had lost interest? Was she jumping the gun and that was not the kind of relationship they had?

Her heart felt as if it would explode from fear and she had to put her hands to her chest to get a hold of herself.

"A-are you sure?" His voice was shaky and he rested his forehead on the back of her head, his palms gripping her shoulders tighter. "You shouldn't say that because you think that is what I want."

She slowly nodded, pressing her hands to her chest. "I am sure."

He took a sharp breath, slightly shaking his head against hers. "You have to mean it, Layla. I am afraid I lack the self-control to hold myself back if you change your mind."

"I won't change my mind," she said confidently.

The day she arrived from the hospital, she would have argued that she would never accept that their relationship was more than his child but now the thought of leaving him at any point viscerally hurt.

"Fuck, Layla," he groaned behind her.

A hand moved down her shoulder; he slowly caressed her arm with his fingers. His other hand parted her hair and he kissed her exposed neck.

She shook; it felt like a bolt of electricity had been shot through her body as his lips made contact with her skin.

He placed another kiss on her neck and her body turned to mush. His hand moved up her arm and moved to grab one of her breasts through her nightdress.

Layla moaned softly and leaned back against him. She cried as he circled her nipple with his fingers and then pinched it.

The bud reacted accordingly, poking through the fabric as her arousal grew. She instinctively lifted her chest so he would keep touching her.

"Layla," he called with his lips on her neck.

She shivered; his hoarse voice next to her ear had an effect she couldn't explain. "Master Davian," she replied.

"Fuck," he swore again. "If you say my name like that..."

He bit into the healed mark on her neck and she screamed out. Her body hummed with intense pleasure. He had barely touched her.

He turned her a little to the left so that she could face him. As soon as her head turned, he captured her lips.

The kiss was hot; her lips quivered slightly as she kissed him back. A part of her was worried she might not be a good kisser. She didn't have much experience to begin with.

However, her worries were quickly wiped away as he hungrily kissed her, capturing her lips and sucking on them.

She turned her whole body so she lay across his legs and wrapped her arms around his neck. He gently grabbed the back of her head as he deepened the kiss.

He parted her lips and sucked on her tongue. She blushed but she didn't stop the kiss; rather, she leaned into it, kissing him just as hard.

He broke the kiss and rested his head on her forehead. "Layla," he whispered. "If you're going to change your mind, do so now."

He was breathing hard as he spoke. His scent was stronger than ever. She could smell and feel just how aroused he was, yet he was holding back on her behalf.

She lifted her head and kissed him square on the lips before looking into his eyes. "I wouldn't dare change my mind."

"Layla!" He cried as he kissed her back.

Still kissing her, he adjusted so they were both lying on the bed.

His hand teased her breast and she arched her back. She wanted to touch him just as he touched her. She lifted her hand and placed it flat on his chest.

He kept teasing her breasts as she traced his body. He broke the kiss, his elbow holding his head up and he stared down at her with dazed eyes.

He was looking at her as if she was the most beautiful woman ever. She traced his muscled torso and headed lower.

He partially closed his eyes and just as she reached his pants, he pulled his hand from her chest and grabbed her arm.

"You're going to drive me nuts."

Layla smiled. "That's my line." She said and glanced down at her chest. Her nipples were threatening to poke out of her dress.

"Take it off," he whispered.