What is the level above obsession?

Whatever its name, that is my affliction.

Power and need pump through my veins as I watch Georgina sleep, her slight body swallowed up by our enormous bed. I have not bothered to dress for two reasons. One, I would need to stop staring at my beauty in order to do so. Two, I am enjoying the sight of her virgin blood on my cock far too much. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

I realize I haven’t taken a deep breath in a full minute, and inhale through my nose, easing the pressure on my lungs. Already my seed is taking root inside...