INCUBUS

CHAPTER 1

ARIA

I was so fucking frustrated.

My fingers weren’t enough anymore. Nothing was.

I tried again anyway flat on my back, the room dim, sweat sticking to my skin. My thighs trembled as I reached down, dildo already slick, already pushed halfway in.

“Fuck,” I whispered, lifting my hips to meet it.

My eyes rolled back as I rode it slowly. I imagined hands — not mine. Lips. Teeth. A voice telling me what to do. I wanted something rough.

But it was just ...