Page 3 of Somno Slave

Her thoughts tremble against my fingers.

I can’t hold myself back any longer. I line my cock up with her hole.

A scream tears through the small orb, sharp and ignoble. It does something unholy to me. I respond like a beast responding to its mewling mate.

I force my way deeper, desperate to feel all of her.

She refuses—desperately tries to reject me. Her orb squeezes me; chokes my cock until the pain is almost unbearable. The tightness feels more like teeth biting.

“Breathe for me,” I pant, and she does, my obedient little fool, her chest stuttering, throat flexing like a swallowed prayer somewhere in the distance.

I see a flash of red, a memory breaking through the surface.

Hair.

Vibrant red swept back into a tight bun, secured neatly with a black bow. Not a single loose thread, all discipline and order. The memory stutters when I thrust deeper.

The wordDoctorwhimpers in the back of my mind like a stolen moan. And then, the picture vanishes.

I fix my eyes on the small orb struggling to accommodate me.

Somewhere in the distance, she cries out loudly. I hear it like she’s below me now, strangled, and sharp. The sound tears through my balls.

My control starts to rot.

I plunge fully into her. Something sharp drags down my back. Nails. Clawing at me. It’s not real. She’s not here. And yet, I canfeelthe blood bubbles pricking my skin. She pulses around my cock, squeezes painfully tight as every muscle seizes within her.

Her orgasm is close. She pants. She cries. And what’s worse—what’s intoxicating—is that she seems to rock in tune to my thrusts even when her mind knows she shouldn’t.

By morning, she’ll call this a nightmare.

I’ll make sure that stops working.

My balls tighten. Heat spreads across my body. My orgasm rips through me with a roar.

Intense pleasure smashes into my ribs. It tears through everything. The ecstasy refuses to relent, and she falls just as fast, seizing up viciously. The pressure of her orgasm only heightens mine. She chokes me. Milks me. Fuck—she drains everything within me, thrust after thrust, until my cock empties everything inside of her.

She shakes violently, and then she stills. Time passes not in seconds, but in the heartbeat around my cock. She throbs. She gasps.

And then, she falls.

And before I can stop myself, my talons strike out to catch her, closing around her in a way that feels obscene. They hang there, curved and too sharp, like they’re waiting for permission to rip her apart again.

This isn’t the first time I’ve touched a mind that fought back. But it’s the first time I’ve wanted to break one slowly.

She twitches in the palm of my hand, the aftershocks of her orgasm still pulling through her. I hold her close, keep her hostage, because I know there’s no letting go of her now that I’ve tasted her.

Poor little thing.

She wrapped herself in pleasant dreams and thought that would keep monsters out. But unknowingly, she locked herself in with something far worse.

Me.

And now I am inside her world.

Insideher.

And she has nowhere left to run.