Page 19 of Ash and Poison

Fuuuck.

She was going to kill me, and honestly, I’d die to have two seconds or perhaps two hundred hours of her body.

“Ash…” she breathed, as her legs fell open. My eyes darted to her soaked pussy, and the brain in my cock practically short-circuited.

This is hell.

I wanted to dive into the dream and touch her everywhere to stop the fire raging through my body.

A shuddering gasp left me when the dagger grazed down her breasts, then her stomach.

Would she wake up if I pressed my knife against her pussy, or would she enjoy it?

I had a feeling she’d enjoy it. Hell, she’d likely beg for it.

Carefully, I let the dagger glide lower, its dull edge skimming over her pussy. She groaned, louder this time.

The need to do more, have more… was desperate, unrelenting.

NO.

I took the dagger away, and she let out a whimper of disappointment. Groaning, I pressed the blade against my lips. The faint taste of her against the cold steel… was enough to unravel me, enough to obliterate the boundary between control and surrender.

Fuck. I had to get away before I gave in to this obsessive need.

“Fuck me, Asher. Oh. I want your tongue… in my pussy.”

“God damn, Diya Sharma.”

Wasn’t it completely unethical to… dream about one’s patient? This woman was madder than half the residents in the asylum, and that was a generous understatement.

I had no idea what I should do now. Murder, I could do blindfolded, but this…

“Asher?” She blinked and looked up at me, eyes hazy. Shit.

I stilled, half-expecting her to scream bloody murder. But…

She gave me a slow, predatory smile, licking her lips—a smile that could set fire to even the coldest of nights.

“Am I dreaming? You look so fucking real, you bastard,” she said, voice thick and sultry. “You still have that same brooding look.”

Her grin widened, and I wanted to cry.

“Doctor Sharma—”

She cut me off with a sigh. “Shh, quiet. Don’t ruin the dream. It’s better if you just shut up.” I blinked, as her smile changed into a groan as she pressed her fingers to her pussy. “I’m so… wet.”

My breath stuck. My whole fucking world tilted.

This woman was unhinged.

“Mmm…” Mumbling, she sucked her finger coated with her arousal, and my cock jerked.

Shit.

I had never come so hard in my twenty-eight years, and I wasn’t even touching myself. My cum stained the front of my pants, a big wet patch of shame and shattered ego.

“You’ll fucking kill me.”