Page 60 of Somno Slave

And the worst part, my body listens. It betrays me in small ways first: a shift in breath, a tightening I can’t control.

I hate it.

I can’t ignore it.

His hand moves, slower now. Tracing. Testing. Like he’s waiting to see if I’ll fight it.

I should.

I know I should.

My chest rises too quickly. My thoughts scatter, trying to rebuild something solid, something rational—

This isn’t real.

This isn’t him.

It should make it easier to reject, but it doesn’t. God help me, it doesn’t because if anything, it makes it worse. Because no one sees this. No one knows. I can do whatever I want here...

My lips part on a shallow inhale.

He notices.

“There you are,” his voice threads through my mind.

My eyes squeeze shut. For a second, I try to anchor myself. But the feeling doesn’t fade. It builds heavy and sharp.

My body softens anyway and I hate it instantly.

“No,” I whisper, but the word sounds ruined by the time it leaves me.

Because the warmth spreading through me does not feel voluntary anymore.

It feels conditioned. Learned. Like my body already knows him better than my mind does.

“Good girl,” he praises, and I hate how easily the word settles into me.

My fingers curl into the sheets instead of pushing him away. And that...that feels like an answer.

Chapter Twenty

Rheda

His mouth finds the edge of my jaw first, slow enough that I feel the heat of him before the contact lands. The touch is light, almost careful, but it burns. Every inch of skin feels alive beneath his lips. His mouth trails lower, finding the line of my neck. The contact deepens and something in me tightens before I can stop it.

His breath ghosts over that same spot again, slower this time, like he’s memorising the exact way it affects me. I twitch uselessly beneath him.

A noise slips out and I don’t catch it in time. A soft, bitten-off moan that I want to regret, but another quickly follows. He stays there for what feels like an eternity, until the heat coils so violently I almost hold my breath. He notices. His mouth moves again, unhurried, tracing the path downward, each point of contact grounding and unravelling me at the same time.

I’m shaking now. A full body tremble that won’t stop. My thighs press together instinctively. It touches the place that’s throbbing.

There’s contact with my breast, just above my left nipple. It’s too soft, not what I expect, and that’s what undoes me. The warmth of his mouth settles there, unhurried.

Fuck.

I want to scream.

The touch shifts, just enough to change the sensation without breaking it, and I feel it ripple through me. He drags his fingers up my waist, letting his nails carve white lines into my skin. Theyjoin him at my breasts. He cups them, palms brushing against my erect nipples.