I blow air over her wet skin and her back arches up, tits full and taut, her inner muscles gripping my fingers when I slowly slip them inside her.
For a moment, I consider waking her up, only because I want to taunt and tease, stretch this moment out until she’s crying and begging and threatening to slice my fucking throat if I don’t give her what she wants.
She comes apart, a burst of flavor on my tongue, my fingers so slick as I keep pumping my hand that the room is filled with a chorus of wet, sloppy sounds against a grunt as her body stiffens, her legs slapping together against my head as if that will stop me from pushing her further.
Fuck, she’s tight, so deliciously hot that I lap at her throbbing, swollen clit with a wicked tongue, my fingers curling inside her body to tease the sensitive flesh, and she falls apart right there in front of me, her body shaking so hard that the mattress bounces beneath us, her knees locking the sides of my head into a vice.
My cock is painfully hard, the head so full that just brushing against my pants causes my body to spasm, to clench.
Teeth grinding until pain shoots down my jaw, I dislodge my shoulders from beneath her legs, climb up her body with no concern for what I’m doing, shove my pants down my legs and thrust inside her balls deep, my mouth closing over a tight nipple, my hands slipping beneath her to wrap over her shoulders and tug her down so I can drive inside her deeper.
She gives it all to me, her legs wide open, her pussy gripping me, the muscles rippling over my cock as her tits press up, back arching, her head rolling over the pillow while her body seeks more.
And I realize that’s what this is. Her body. Not her mind. Her biology taking over so that she will give it all without thought, or care, or concern for the person taking it from her.
This is what her sleep does to her, and I swear she will never sleep next to anybody but me again.
Never.
And I’m not letting her go.
Ever.
This is mine.
She is mine.
I’ve worked my fucking ass off to possess her.
So, I take what’s mine...hard. Without apology, my hips slamming between her legs, my cock driving deep inside that tight, wet, greedy little cunt until her hips lift with each thrust, her body arching from the mattress, and her eyes opening to stare at nothing because she’s still asleep.
Ignorant.
Innocent.
It’s so fucking creepy to see that she’s not here, but it’s us. It’s always been us. The little monster and the shadow that watches her. The man that devours her. The demon that has toyed with her life for years.
She orgasms again, and my balls tighten with the loss of control. I pull out to come on her stomach as my mouth covers hers, our tongues dancing while heavy streams spurt and shoot, my body trembling as thoroughly as hers, my fingers gripping down against her shoulders with the knowledge that I’ll never let her go.
Ending that kiss, I press my lips to her forehead, feel her go still beneath me as deep sleep drags her down into its comforting hold.
I drop my forehead to hers and close my eyes, knowing that I have to rip the bandage off soon.
One fast rip as I pull the curtain back to show her who she is to me.
And even if she screams, even if she’s frightened, I realize she’ll have to come around to it eventually.
Even if it takes a fight for me to show her the truth, Adeline will soon know that she’s belonged to me all along.
Adeline
Waking up is like crawling from an abyss. A deep, dark canyon I’m not used to after years of chaotic dreams.
Normally, the images chase me to the very edge of consciousness. The faces I don’t recognize, the people with clawing hands dragging me back. I know I’m awake before the dreams stop entirely, and opening my eyes is difficult. It’s like peeling off the skin of one life to return to another. Sometimes I apologize.
I’m sorry, but I have to go...
I live two separate lives, both so real that you’re left wondering which one is actual reality, and which one is made up.
But not this morning.
This morning, I struggle to consciousness from a place of nothing, I stretch my