I stepped into the room, the air heavy with her scent and the heat of what I'd witnessed. The knife clattered to the floor as I slammed the laptop shut, cutting off the looped video of my cumshot. Cora's sobs softened, her wide, manic eyes tracking me, dark circles stark against her ghostly skin. She looked like a fever dream, her thin frame trembling, but there was hunger in her gaze—obsessive, unhinged, like I was her only anchor.
I moved behind her, boots thudding on the hardwood, the sound sharp in the quiet. She stayed on her knees, staring forward, her cries now soft whimpers.
My hands went to my jeans, buckle clinking as I unfastened it. I shoved my pants down, my cock springing free, rock-hard, veins pulsing, precum glistening at the tip, her fucked-up devotion driving me wild despite myself.
