When she finally gasps loudly enough to break the spell, I pull away to see if she's waking.
She's not, but her cheeks are flushed, her nipples still hard, and her chest is rising and falling heavily, short breaths escaping past her parted lips.
She's panting.
I take her reaction as a sign to keep going, even doubling down. I watch her face as I slip a finger inside of her, seeking out how deep I can go. She winces, her breaths coming faster, heavier. But the pleasure seems to have given way to panic, so I retreat, rolling her own arousal over her clit instead and blowing gently.
But not tasting her is torture, so I suck her into my mouth again as hard as I can. This time I don't slow until I feel her quivering beneath me.
Even then, I don't let up, sucking the orgasm out of her like it's her life force.
This is the first time I've fucked anyone who's unconscious, and I'm amazed by how her body responds to me even when she isn't a willing participant in this. I guess that's biology, though. That, and the fact that I'm sure she's never come likethis.
Without her making noise and screaming, I can't tell when the orgasm ends, so I don't stop.
I keep going until my mouth is dry and my chest is heaving, desperate for a good breath. I keep going even as her lower body convulses beneath me, as if I'm pumping electricity into her veins. I keep going until the corners of my vision darken and I think I'm on the verge of passing out.
It’s a brand new high, an addiction that I can already tell is going to claim me. But how could it not? This power, this absolute control over her?
It’s the most euphoric thing I’ve ever felt… better, even, than when I killed the last one.
It isn’t better,the voice in my head sneers, like he’s trying to shut me up before I can give the other me any ideas. But in this moment, the way the blood is rushing to every part of me, the way I’ve made myself a god to her, I think it is.
When I finally release her, the relief is immediate as she collapses onto the table, breathing hard. Her tight body rises and falls with rasping breaths, and when I stroke my hand over her swollen clit, she moans so loudly I actuallylift her eyelids to check that she's not been faking it this whole time. Her eyes are rolled back, so I only see the whites of them.
“I love how responsive you are.” I tell her, pressing a kiss over the place I just ravaged her with my mouth. “You're the best gift I've ever gotten, and I haven't even used you yet.”
She whimpers as I tweak her nipple, and I slide off of her, planting my feet on the ground and spreading her legs along either side of me. I’m not hoping for a virgin or anything, but I’m pleasantly surprised at how tight she is when I push the tip into her.
I glance between her face contorting and her pussy swallowing my cock, loving the sight of both as I slip inside of her slowly, savoring the moment. I won't get to do this again for who knows how long, and never again with this one, so I need to savor every second.
“Fuck,” I laugh, gripping her thighs to ease myself in, hanging on to a shred of control. Part of me wants to slam inside her all in one go, prying her open. That part is all beast, hungry and desperate to see her bleed.
The rational part of me says to savor this, so I do.
“God, you're tighter than I expected.” I grunt when the last inch of me slips inside, burying myself in her to the hilt.
It’s the greatest pleasure I’ve ever known, being lodged inside her without any expectation, no urgency from her to do something. I languish in feeling her wet walls squeeze me, breathing carefully through my nose so that I don’t accidentally rut against her before I mean to.
I lift my balls onto the table to avoid slapping them against the marble and start with slow, experimental strokes, focusing on breathing through the feeling of her cunt strangling my dick. I'm sure she'd want to strangle me, too, if she was awake.
I glance up at her to see the tears shining on her cheeks, a few fat drops of protest. I wonder what’s going on in her head right now... if she's lucid enough that her reality feels like a dream or if she is in the clutches of another nightmare. The thought of the latter makes me jealous and fuels my desire to make her feelme.
I let go of the control, rocking my hips back to thrust in, hitting deeper, fucking her harder. I think of nothing but the feeling of being inside her, the absolute fucking nirvana that's taking over my veins. It's better than any of the drugs I tried back in college, better than whatever the hell they gave her to make her so damn out of it.
I reach for the knife I left on her side, skating it along her thigh before I let the blade bite into her skin. I watch a thin line of blood well up on the surface and lick it off, enjoying the feel of her spasming beneath me in pain.
It's what sets me off, making me spill inside of her much sooner than I anticipated.
I shoot ropes of my cum straight into her cunt, and as I withdraw from her, I scoop what slipped out and shove it back inside with my fingers, reaching as deep in her as I can so that it stays where it belongs.
I collapse on top of her until I’ve gotten my breath back, appreciating my serene little toy as she lies beneath me, completely unaware of how fucking magical she is.
By the time I gather myself, I realize the pill did exactly what it was meant to. I’m still hard, insatiable.
My fingers ache to close around her slender neck, to squeeze the life out of her, to kill. But I don’t think that alone will take care of the hard-on, and I don’t want to be left unable to satisfy it.
With the first one out of my system, I scoop her battered body against me and take her down to the last place she'll ever see—if she wakes up, that is.
