That dizziness returned. She had... had never been touched before, even in the dreamscape and it felt so... so overwhelming. That hand continued a rhythmic motion, flexing, massaging slowly until gentle and curious kneading became something... firm. Until fingertips bent slowly inward and sharp nails pricked along her flesh, sending tendrils of pain down her spine, pain that made her gasp and arch as her ardor began to climb... She wouldn't have thought, would have never considered that such sensation, so wicked, could only flame her everlasting needs. That the grip, to tight, so tight, could still bring tingles of aching sensation to her belly.