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ADRIAN

I didn’t know what it was. It certainly wasn’t for a lack of willingness.

From me or from the girl squirming beneath me.

But I couldn’t bring myself to fuck her.

Maybe it was the delayed gratification I was looking for.

The knowledge of how much better it would be, the longer I put it off.

Maybe some part of me knew crossing that line would either end this obsession or increase it tenfold.

Or maybe I was just too young and stupid to know what was good for me.

Because this girl, she was better than good. She was fan-fucking-tastic.

She was also the best worst thing to ever happen to either of us.

I grabbed her wrists in one hand, stretching them high above her head as I slowly trailed my mouth from the skin just under her ear, down the curve of her neck and over the rise and fall of two perfectly-pert nipples.

Closing my teeth around one through the fabric of her dress and tugging.

Just enough to induce a mix of pleasure and pain.

Then I continued gliding my hot breath over her torso, her lower abdomen, stopping at the apex of her thighs.

Dropping my grip on her arms to yank her legs apart.

I didn’t have to even touch her to know how wet she was for me.

The spot darkening her underwear—the one I could smell more than I could see—was all the confirmation I needed.

It was also a barrier I didn’t want. I gripped the thin material at the sides, wrenched it down and tossed it aside until the only thing separating me from the best pussy I’ve ever tasted was the air between us.

Air that carried her scent straight to my nostrils and had me feeling feral.

I reached a hand into my pocket, fishing around until I found the two tabs I’d shoved in there when I’d decided Marisela was the distraction I wanted to lose myself in for the next few hours.

I placed both on my tongue, pausing so that the saliva had a moment to start breaking down the outer composition, and then I lowered my head and took my first lick.

Tonight we were both gonna be jumping down that sensory rabbit hole.

I could feel her stiffen beneath my grip, likely startled by the tingling sensation that accompanied my tongue this time around. But a couple more quick flicks had her head falling back and her muscles relaxing.

And I had to admit, a few minutes in and mine were doing the same.

A few minutes in and my movements became more sloppy and less refined.

More need-driven and less controlled. A few minutes in and all the external stimuli seeped inside, like an extension of myself and her. And nothing and everything.

This wasn’t my first time experimenting with the drug.

I wasn’t an avid user either. It was just the best way to understand the effects it had on the body.

Better than any medical journal or outsourced accounting.

I was both doctor and patient until I was ready to have someone else strapped to my table.

That chill returned to the base of my spine, running up and down and spreading out so that I was somehow hot and cold, fizzy and smooth, as I forgot who I was for a moment. Like I promised I would.

It didn’t matter how futile this game was, how close I was to losing everything and far I was from the goal line.

Instead, calmness and excitement smothered what was left of my common sense as I buried my tongue and nose as far into her pussy as it could go without cutting her open.

I didn’t want to taste her. I wanted to devour her.

I wanted her inside me as much as I wanted to be inside her.

A thought that was both exhilarating and dangerous for a man who knew how to use a scalpel and had plenty of practice dissecting a body.

Neither stopped me from pushing up on my knees, tugging Marisela’s legs up with me as I tongue-fucked her cunt.

My cock thrusting against the side of her mattress hard enough to shift the entire bedframe closer and closer to the wall.

I was grunting and she was groaning and I had no doubt the entire world could hear us.

I didn’t care either. That was what this drug did to you.

Made it so that you could see, feel, hear and taste everything.

Smell everything. And all of it was so jumbled up you couldn’t differentiate between which was which.

She gripped the sheets and it felt like she was gripping me too.

Like she was running a palm up and down the length of me.

Like I was sinking deep into her cunt as she locked herself around me.

Like I was so deep I was poking out the other side, curling back in and going around again.

And then she was coming and I was coming too.

On her. With her. Inside her. None of those, yet somehow all of them.

She pulled my face up from between her legs.

Forcing me to crawl over her body. I didn’t remember climbing onto the bed but here I was, my knees digging into the mattress as my limbs melted into a pile of pink sheets before the chill of a blade bit into my fingertips.

Familiar and forgiving. And I realized I was cutting into live flesh.

Separating the layers and staring at the subcutaneous tissue underneath.

It was dark, too dark to see the figure in front of me. But I could feel the red. The yellow. And the white of two eyes staring back at me.

I just didn’t know whose they were anymore.