Chapter 33

• "Perfect. Unreal." He whispers again, his deep baritone is reverent and it sends chills down my spine that feels like both fire and ice. This is all almost too much.
• Stephane slids a finger inside me, I am soaking wet and the friction or lack thereof is something that elicits so much pleasure in some deep parts of my brain that I let rip a loud moan, "fuck! Stephane. Daddy. Daddy." I am breathing hard and my eyes are unfocused as I try to catch my breath and remain present. I don't want to give in and yet I want to. The storm is swirling out of control in the pit of my stomach.
• It is inevitable but I want to last in spite of it, I want to remain here in this state of complete euphoria. I imagine that this must be what addicts feel when they get their hit. This pure state of being where not a single negative thought can seep into your consciousness. I can understand how people get addicted. This feels so good, I want to cry because of it.