Page 106 of White Noise

I move onto the bed and hover over her, close enough to feel the difference between us. Saga is warm and soft from sleep.

I’m too hot, my skin carrying that dry electrical heat I get when I’ve been holding a body too long.

I press my palm against her stomach.

The reaction is immediate.

A shiver runs through her before she settles again, and I catch her wrist, putting my fingers over her pulse.

There, fast enough to notice.

Different because I touched her. Exactly what I fucking wanted.

I synchronize my internal frequency to that beat.

As I do, I feel a strange resonance.

The rhythm of her heart isn't just a physical beat, it's a fucking electrical signature, a specific wave pattern that I can feel vibrating against my own overheating skin.

I move lower, pushing her panties aside.

Her pussy is already wet, reacting to the currents I've been pumping into her.

I slide two fingers inside her, and she lets out a long, shaky moan, her head tossing back into the pillow.

She is drifting, hovering on the edge of consciousness, but the depth of the somnophilia keeps her anchored in the haze, right where I fucking want her.

She doesn't fight me, she can;t. Instead she simply opens for me, her walls clamping tight around my fingers in a series of involuntary little spasms that make my cock fucking ache.

I replace my fingers with my cock, pushing deep into her in one heavy, possessive thrust and fuck, the connection is goddamn explosive.

Now, I’m not just touching her. I’m fucking merging with her electrical field.

Every time I slam into her, I feel the spike in her nervous system. The surge of dopamine, the flicker of alarm, amd the wave of raw, physical fucking pleasure.

I lean down, biting the skin of her shoulder, my teeth grazing her as I fuck her with a predatory intensity.

I keep my hand clamped on her wrist, monitoring the pulse.

As the friction builds and the heat in my veins reaches a breaking point, I realize something. Beneath the spikes of pleasure, beneath the tremors of sleep and the artificial interference of my own current, there is a constant.

A baseline.

A humming, golden thread of an electrical signature that is uniquely Saga.

It doesn't matter if she is fighting me or sleeping; it doesn't matter if she is terrified or aroused. This pattern is the truth of her.

The realization hits me with the force of a physical blow that flows right to my cock and I cum hard.

“Fuck, little echo. That’s it. Take it all,”

I groan, my whole frame locking up as I slam into her one last time, deep and brutal.

As I peak, a violent explosion of raw power detonates inside me.

A blinding shock of supernatural current that arcs through my veins and floods directly into her tight cunt.

The discharge is a jagged bolt of lightning that jolts every nerve in her body, forcing her muscles to seize in a final beautiful spasm.