Page 73 of White Noise

“Fuck... you...” I gasp, my voice breaking, my hips arching back to take more of him. I’m defiant even now, my nails clawing at the wall, but my body is betraying me, milking him with desperate, rhythmic spasms.

He grips my hips harder, his fingers bruising my skin, anchoring me as he drives deeper, hitting my cervix with a rhythmic, humming thud.

“You feel that?” His voice drops lower, rougher, every word vibrating straight through me. “That’s me getting into every fucking part of you.”

His grip tightens.

“Your pulse is changing for me. Your breathing is changing for me. Even your body is starting to answer before you do.”

He leans in closer, mouth brushing near my ear.

“You’re not just touching the signal anymore, little echo. I’m getting inside it. Inside you. Rewriting every fucking response until your body knows exactly who it belongs to.”

The current surges harder.

“By the time I’m done with you, static won’t sound like noise.” His voice turns darker. “It’ll sound like me.”

He doesn't slow down. He increases the pace, his movements becoming robotic, precise, and brutal. The static in the room reaches a fever pitch; the lights in the hallway outside are strobing, the speakers are screaming with white noise, and I am the center of the storm.

“Tell me who you belong to,” he commands, his voice overlapping itself, sounding like a chorus of a thousand distorted versions of himself. “Tell me who fucking owns you.”

“You!” I shriek, the pleasure becoming too much, a white-hot needle threading through my spine. “You do, Silas.”

A dark, amused chuckle vibrates through his chest, echoing against my own. He doesn't snap or sneer; instead, his tone shifts into something dangerously sweet, a predatory praise that makes my toes curl.

“That’s it,” he purrs, his voice humming deep in my marrow. “Fuck, look how good your body handles it. Look at you, just taking every inch, soaking for me.”

He slams into me again, but this time there's a rhythmic, almost appreciative quality to the violence.

He watches my face, his eyes gleaming with a cruel sort of pride as he feels my walls clenching around him in a desperate grip.

“This is what you were fighting, little echo,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear as he drives his thick cock deep, bottoming out with a wet, heavy thud. “All that fucking defiance, all that screaming... and here you are, dripping and begging for it. This is how it feels to fuck a monster.”

He grinds his hips forward, crushing his pelvis against mine, making sure I feel every ridge of him. “You were made for this. Made to be filled and broken by me. Just keep taking it, fuck just like that. Show me how much you love being ruined.”

I can feel him building, the vibrations in his cock becoming a frantic, high-voltage hum that threatens to shake me apart from the inside.

I’m right there with him, my vision blurring, my clit screaming under the electrical onslaught of his presence.

Suddenly, he reaches around and pinches my clit between two fingers, rubbing it with a brutal intensity.

His fingertips aren't just touching me; they're fucking vibrating, sending jagged sparks of paranormal energy directly into my nerve endings.

The sensation is overwhelming, a concentrated bolt of lightning that makes my hips jerk uncontrollably against him.

“Oh fuck,” I whimper, as the sensory overload surges through my body.

With his other hand, he fist-grips my hair, yanking my head back with a sharp snap. I gasp, my throat exposed, my eyes forced to lock onto the smug, triumphant gleam in his.

“Cum for me, Saga,” he growls, the command vibrating through my skull. “Right now. I want to feel you fucking break. Give it to me!”

“I—I can’t!” I sob, my body wound tight like a spring, the pleasure becoming a torture of anticipation.

“Yes you fucking can,” he sneers, his fingers speeding up, the vibration on my clit turning into a blurring, high-frequency goddamn drill.

The pressure snaps and I shriek, my back arching violently as a massive, crashing orgasm rips through me.

I’m sobbing, my walls clamping down on his cock in desperate, hungry pulses.