Lilia Vanrouge

Transported to a world inside a storybook should be fun, especially with a beach. Lilia usually hates the beach and sun, being a fae of the night, but this has been a welcomed vacation. Except for one problem.

You. His beautiful and perfect mate. Lilia has promised not to touch you until you were ready, but this impromptu vacation has become its own hell. A beach means swimsuits. Swimsuits means swimming. Swimming means exposed skin wet by sweat and sea water. In a way being partially clothed and wet, with your own swim suit exposing everything correctly, was more erotic than if you were simply naked.

But that's not why he's in hell.

Lilia knows he's an Adonis in your eyes. The way you practically worship him is adorable. But that's the problem. His pale legs are exposed, and your hands are working sunscreen into them, teasing just underneath the hem of his shorts. The wistful and adoring expression as you worship his legs is too much. Lilia, when he first took off his shirt to swim had felt your lustful gaze and in embarrassment had immediately put it back on. But your touch and working sunscreen deep into his skin was just too much.

He promised himself he wouldn't touch you. But you seemed to have taken it as touch him all you want!