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Then he tipped his head and drew his eyes down my body, watching himself stroke my legs. I hadn’t shaved in two days because it was a lot harder to do now with this big belly, so I was a little self-conscious as he dragged his hands up and down my legs, knowing they were spiky. He grunted, I must have sent the thought, because he shot me a look of disapproval. “I love the feeling of your goosebumps—did you know that right before you orgasm, every hair on your body stands up? It’s like it applauds me,” he said, with another of those self-satisfied grins.

He answered. "Well you have some of it on your lip." I pointed to my own upper lip as a direction for him. He wiped his lip gently with a napkin but he didn't get it off. I rolled my eyes and went closer to him. I raised my thumb to his mouth, I gently cleaned off the smudge. His eyes were on me the entire time. As soon as I touched his lip, I felt the same strange sensation I felt the other day. My body was immediately covered with goosebumps. What is happening to me? Why am I so attracted to him?

He just tilted his head and sniffed the air near my hair. He smiled. He crouched down, his movements slow and deliberate, until he was level with me. He was so close I could feel the heat rolling off his skin. My body reacted instantly—a frantic, pulsing tingle that made the hair on my arms stand up. I felt goosebumps break out across my neck. My heart was slamming against my ribs, but it wasn't just terror anymore. There was something else. Something biological that I didn't have a name for.

My fingers trembled and I felt goosebumps rise on my skin. I was still standing by the window so I walked away from it and took a seat on the bed as I gauged my bodily reactions. Rs side in temperature, goosebumps, trembling and a surge of so much energy. But it wasn't coming from deep within me. It was coming from somewhere else. It was coming from somewhere else. Somewhere far away. Was this what Dad had said about the portal opening? Was it calling me? It definitely was because I could feel my body gravitate towards my window.

I knew there was no way I was getting any sleep tonight. After a few minutes, my dad slowly moved his hand. Softly, he traced it to my hip, tracing his fingers down my thigh, then back to my hip. I think he was curious if I had clothing on. The movement of his hand gave me chills, causing my body to get goosebumps. I believe Dad realized he caused the goosebumps because he continued this movement repeatedly. My heart rate was through the roof, my brain was spinning, and my pussy was getting wetter with every touch. I was attempting to stay as still as possible to not scare my dad off from what he was doing to me. He was making me feel incredibly lustful, unlike anything I had ever felt befor

He squeezed my elbows, not too hard, as he whispered over my ears. I felt his breath, warm yet fresh, on my skin. Goosebumps rose on my neck where his breath touched, and some hairs stood on end due to the sudden rush of excitement. Damn. I shouldn't be feeling like this. Ignoring the hair-raising sensation, I groaned in displeasure. "Move away from me—"

“You don’t want to test my patience. I have every right to deal with you however I please, and trust me, you won’t like the outcome.” I tried to pull away, but his grip around my arm only tightened, and goosebumps appeared all over my body. No, these goosebumps didn't come as a result of fear; they came from something else entirely. There was a strange warmth that spread through me where his skin touched mine, and I hated myself for the way my body reacted. I felt like slapping myself countless times. How will my body react that way to the touch of this beast? “Let go of me,” I struggled and spat in his face.

Goosebumps rose along my arms and I shivered as I read the title. My fingers were tracing the gold letters on the cover when I heard the door of the library open up and a voice. “What are you doing here?”

“Don’t you dare think about it.” Goosebumps exploded on my arms, and I instantly rubbed them, like that would stop the creepy chill crawling all over me. "Can’t sleep?”

And the air shifts as though someone just walked into the room. Like the loom itself is holding its breath, watching me eagerly. Goosebumps crawl along my spine. It’s not drive by fear, but comes from something that feels an awful lot like pleasure. And when I whisper, “I’m listening,” this time, they don’t just answer. They purr.