Page 61 of Somno Slave

My fingers tighten in the sheets.

I should stop this.

The thought is still there, burning deep, but it’s fainter now, because my body is already leaning into it, already giving more than I’ve decided to.

He slides his palms up and my nipples rub against them.

“Deogal,” the word falls out before I can stop myself, but it stays there heavy and solid.

He groans, something darker than approval. I’m addicted to the sound rumbling out of his chest. He rewards me. His fingers finally connect with my nipples in soft, teasing, rings around my dark circles. They flick the sensitive nubs.

I gasp.

“Good girl,” his voice strokes my thoughts.

He brings his lips to my left nipple and before I have a chance to brace, his tongue flicks out. His fingers twist the other one at the same time.

Heat clenches down below. I squeeze my thighs together tighter now, desperate for friction.

The pressure makes me crazy.

He switches his assault to the other nipple, I’m panting. Writhing. He moves slowly, running his tongue down my breast, to the centre of my stomach, trailing wet kisses lower and lower until he reaches my knicker line.

With one swipe, he runs his finger under the hem.

I jolt.

“Wait,” my cheeks burn as I push up on my elbows.

He pauses, and looks up at me through low lashes. I see it in his eyes. His black irises bleed into the darkness but I feel the starvation in them. Hot. Heavy. At breaking point. Andgod,I hate how good he looks between my legs.

“I’ve never—” I start, my cheeks burning red.

There’s a pause, long enough to make me melt. Then, he smiles. It’s slow, almost sinister.

“You’re going to love it.” The words drag low through me. “Trust me.”

My lips part. His words are filthy. Filled with certainty.

His hand slides up my stomach, and before I can do anything else, he pushes. I fall backwards into the pillows with a gasp.

“Enjoy it.” It feels like he’s touching me from the inside of my skull. “I won’t be so gentle in the future.”

The words barely pass my ears before his finger presses to the wet material. I buck sharply.

“Oh, god!” I cry out. I sink my teeth into my lower lip, force my heart rate to steady. I try to calm down, stop myself from reacting so boldly, but it’s impossible when he runs his finger along my slit. I curse the material between us. His touch is light and it makes it worse. I force my back to stay connected with the mattress.

He chuckles, the noise low and deep. “You’re struggling, aren’t you, Doctor?”

My face reddens.

“No,” I lie quickly. “I’m fine.”

He touches the bundle of nerves at the top and I nearly snap in half, eyes bugging out of my head. Pleasure. Sharp. Immediate. I cry out before I can mask the sound.

“You’re so fucking sensitive,” it arrives warm and unwelcome. “I need to taste you. Eyes on me, sweetheart.”

His breath meets my sex soft at first. Two kisses right on the—oh, God.My bundle of nerves screams to life. Just two tiny touches and my body trembles violently. His warm lips wrap around it. He flicks his tongue. Once. Twice. Three times.