A surreal dream.
Whatever she was…she was dangerous.
I held still inside her, my head cradled between her sweat-slicked breasts as I stared off into the middle distance. Babygirl’s long, tapering fingers stroked my still-trembling back.
In that moment, I could feel each beat of her heart, her breathing slowing, little by little.
I was really feeling it for the first time.
It was real, no hallucination.
I turned my head toward her and found her staring at me. Those weary blue eyes were locked right on me. I didn’t even want to think about the pathetic state I was in, but she was watching me worshipfully, completely enthralled. I took advantage of my position to nibble delicately on her stiffened nipples.
With her eyes boring into mine, I licked her pale areola and the little mole shaped like an upside-down heart that drove me so wild. Then I gave her a sly grin.
Once that sweet torture was done, I drew myself up on my elbows until I was level with her face. I pressed my groin against her clit, fully aware of how much it would turn her on.
My cock twitched inside her and Tinkerbell let out a gasp.
The thought that it was my cum making her so hot and slick was exhilarating.
“Neil…” She squeezed my biceps with her little hands, and I chuckled.
“What is it?” I said in a leonine grumble. I was aware of the effect my voice had on her, and I had no problems using it as another tool of seduction.
“Stop that,” she demanded, throwing her arms around my neck.
She was drained, had red marks all over, and her lips were puffy from my kisses. If I looked at her too much, I would get lost in the kind of emotion that I usually kept controlled and repressed.
So I moved away from her.
I felt the chill as I withdrew from her body, and Selene sucked in a breath at the abrupt distance.
I laid back on the bed next to her, and Babygirl curled into the fetal position, hot and sweaty.
I could smell it on her: She smelled just like me. I had fully contaminated her now.
And what about me? Had she contaminated me?
I stared up at the ceiling and began to wonder if Tinkerbell hadn’t been created to become my madness.
To push past all my limits.
To kiss my soul.
To free me from my prison.
I didn’t know… I was confused.
I sat up and felt around on the nightstand for my Winstons. I held one between my lips and lit it.
I had a sensation of unfamiliar feelings creeping up on me, and I had no idea what to do about them.
“Is everything…okay?” Selene whispered, but I didn’t reassure her or even look at her. She needed to get used to my abrupt mood swings; that was just the way I was. I was broken.
I stroked my still-stiff cock with one hand. It was slick with our shared fluids.
I knew I should bathe, but I didn’t feel the immediate need to do so like I did with the others.
