Page 174 of Somno Slave

God—I clamp my jaw, forcing my muscles to lock, forcing stillness back into my limbs like I can take it back before he notices.

“There it is,” he murmurs, voice rough, almost pleased.

He presses his thick erection against me.

I mewl loudly, my legs moving automatically to kick him away, the protests screaming off the tip of my tongue. He doesn’t say anything, and that’s almost worse. He just takes. Lines himself up with me, slides it through my folds, like he knows I’ll submit soon.

My back arches instinctively and I correct it a second later, but it’s too late.

“Deogal!” I meant to scream no. I meant to yellstop.But his name falls out like it’s a ritual.

He doesn’t stay patient. His name on my lips unravels him and with a sharp thrust, he forces the head in. I seize up immediately. It’s just the tip, just the start, and yet, it stings, and the pressure is suffocating. I’m full, too full, like I’m being rippedapart beneath him. The noise doesn’t reach my ears, but I feel the burn at the back of my throat.

Pain. More pain.

I scream, fingers curling until my knuckles whiten under the strain.

He drags the head out slowly.

It’s agonising. It feels like torture.

Because it feels like loss.

He adjusts his position, hands moving to the base of my spine. He presses down sharply to correct my body, and the cold table burns my straining nipples. I choke on a sob as he slams himself inside of me. Fully. To the hilt.

My lips fall open. Noise ruptures from my lips, something caught between a cry and a moan.

“That’s it.” He coos, “Scream for me, Doctor.”

I wish I could deny the pleasure. The high that’s already nearby. The desperate, dripping arousal streaming down my thighs. I wish my traitorous fucking body didn’t sing how alive it feels, howgoodhe feels tearing me open.

“Listen to how wet you are, Doctor,”

I try to ignore it, but it’s impossible. Wet, violent smacks as his body pounds mine.

“Stop it! Stop it now, Deogal!”

He laughs again. It’s horrifying, and twisted, the sound of something depraved tearing through him. It echoes, and somehow, the sound grows louder and louder each time it bounces off the walls.

The lights flicker.

I scream. My eyes squeeze shut, and I pray that they do not give up on me.

He thrusts into me again. His fingers snake around to my clit and he squeezes it aggressively.

And—oh, fuck.

I cum hard. I don’t even have the chance to breathe as the pleasure scorches through me, starting as an explosion between my thighs, and then blistering out through the rest of my body. My toes curl. My head falls back. I cry out.

“Oh fuck, Doctor, your pussy squeezes me so tightly when you cum.” He groans.

He repositions his hands on my hips and drags me back into him. He pounds faster, and my head spins. He chases his own high, the sound of my whimpers and his grunts filling the room.

He thrusts violently. And then, I feelanother one. It hits me harder than the first, and this time, the world turns fuzzy. My vision tunnels. Blurs. Turns off and on again. And I shake.

I can’t control myself. I’m like an animal in heat. Desperate for more. Praying for more. Needing to feel his release inside of me—

Where the fuck did that come from?