Instead, frustration began to rise inside him—frustration that Somnus still hadn't touched him, hadn't taken him the way he so desperately needed.
"Why?! Why won't you touch me like you always do? Is it because I'm filthy? Because I don't even know who's touched this body before?! Or is it because I'm not the same person anymore—not Del Delatia, not the one you once loved?! Is that it, Somnus?! Was it only my body you ever wanted, and now you've had enough? Have you finally gotten tired of dealing with someone this troublesome? Fine then! Enough—enough already!! I'll just find someone else!!"
The words tumbled out, wild and incoherent.
The hot sting of fresh tears finally broke through his awareness, and he realized that not all of it was fear anymore—there was something else mixed in.
But he had no room to think about that.
Driven by nothing but animal instinct, he planted his hands against Somnus's chest and tried to push himself up, ready to throw it all away.
