His hands skimmed the valley of my thighs again, going higher and higher until he was way too close to my most intimate area. Tears stung my eyes, my body vibrating with fear.
His hands were pale, his skin smoother than any man’s had the right to be.
As he drew closer, the bed shifting under his weight, I caught a glimpse of his sharp jawline and inky black hair. Right before he descended on me. His mouth met my center, causing me to gasp through the small gap between my lips. His tongue was wet and smooth—slightly cold even.
Tears leaked from my eyes, the feeling of helplessness washing over me. I was being assaulted against my will, and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
His groan of approval let me know how much he was enjoying this, his hands drifting up my body and settling along the curve of my hips. His tongue slid in deeper, hitting a spot that even I knew he shouldn’t be able to reach. A soft moan got lodged in my throat, heat spreading throughout my body.
“Come for me,” he urged, his breath fluttering against my pussy.
I clamped my eyes shut, trying to do any and everything to disobey his order.
His breathy chuckle was the last thing I heard, almost as if he knew exactly what I was doing. He descended again, licking a trail up my slit before plunging his long ass tongue in my sacred hole again. I writhed beneath him—as much as I could with my muscles being locked in place.
Whatever hold he’d had on me snapped, the breath rushing into my lungs much more easily now. I licked my dry lips, panting as he devoured me with ruthless ferocity.
“Please.” I whimpered, struggling against the imaginary binds that still held me captive.
I’d never been in a state of sleep paralysis like this before. How could I move my mouth but not my body?
“Stop…” My words broke off into a moan, my body seeming to enjoy whatever sick and twisted shit he was doing to me.
The man only gripped my hips tighter, so hard I could feel them bruising. His tongue slid up my throbbing center, lapping at my clit again. Desire pooled in my stomach, amplifying the heat that was already there.
I shouldn’t want this. I’d nearly been assaulted hours ago, and here I was now. Being assaulted by a stranger and somehow enjoying it.
His tongue dipped back into my hole, his deep rumbling growl vibrating through me. My legs shook, my breathing growing heavier the more he continued.
“Oh,” I whimpered, clamping my eyes shut.
“Come all over my fucking tongue like the dirty little slut you are,” he encouraged, his voice scratching an itch in the back of my brain. He sounded otherworldly.
Slut.
I always hated that word. But it sounded so sexy spilling from his lips.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
The heat in my core amplified, his tongue returning to the spot I craved him most. My hips bucked off the bed, almost like the invisible constraints tying me down had snapped. I reached forward, my fingers drifting through soft, thick hair.
I could have shoved him off me and ran. So why didn’t I? Instead, I kept bucking my hips in tune with each swipe of his long tongue.
My breathing picked up, stars bursting behind my eyes as that heat in my abdomen expanded. With one last swipe of his mouth, I was shattering, falling into an eternal abyss of sinful pleasure. A loud moan rocked through me, followed by a series of unintelligible curse words.
“Mine,” he growled.
And then he was gone, disappearing into thin air like he’d been created from the darkest parts of my mind and was nothing more than a figment of my imagination.
Chapter Six
Beautiful.
Mesmerizing.
Goddess.
Fuckingmine.
