Page 81 of Somno Slave

She turns—too late. My hand catches her wrist, cold and unyielding, the contact sharp enough to rip a gasp from her as I drag her hand down.

The chill hits her first, not just against her skin, but deeper, seeping in. Her body recoils from it, horror flashing across her face. She tries to pull away. She knows something is wrong.

But my shadow sinks into her skin until I have full movement of her fingers. I move her fingers to between her legs and press the spot she’s desperate for.

Her body jerks. A sound rips from her throat before she can stop it, raw and unfiltered, her legs buckling beneath her as she tries to resist, tries to pull away from something that is already too deep.

She tries to hold it in.

The sounds. The responses.

They spill out anyway, filling the space between us, each one sharper, more exposed than the last, until there’s nothing restrained left in her at all.

Good.

That’s what I want.

The loss of control.

The need sharpens, something darker, more consuming pushing at the edges of it, demanding more than what she’s already giving me.

I plunge two fingers deep inside of her. She screams loudly. Together, we pummel her pussy, curling the digits into that sweet spot that has her eyes rolling in the back of her head. I force my shadow into her other hand and clasp her clit in a tight pinch.

“God!” She screams. Her thighs slam shut but it doesn’t hold me out.

We thrust as one. We ravage hertogether.

Over and over, until the noises of her juices are burnt into the back of my mind. And then—she explodes. It’s so sudden, soviolent.She shrieks as her orgasm completely destroys. I ride her high with her as though it’s tearing through my own body.

And, fuck, it steals my breath.

Time freezes and then shatters. I feel the fragments of reality splinter and slice my skin, but I can’t focus on anything other than the feeling of her pleasure burning through my veins.

She shakes violently, legs still tightly clamped together, and I finally pull back to admire my work. Even in the aftermath of her orgasm, I can still hear the fantasy of the cell whispering in her mind.

My cock throbs again, desperate to rip the virginity from her.

She makes a noise, like an animal realising it’s weak, and I smile.

She thinks this is her shame.

She thinks that this is a professional error.

And my conditioning has only just begun.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Rheda

I know immediately that I am dreaming.

My body is heavy, held, like something has pressed me down into the mattress and decided I’m not getting back up yet. I pull in a breath but it’s warm, used, and it doesn’t settle properly in my lungs.

“Hello, Doctor,” his voice carves through me.

My breath catches.

Deogal.