Fantasy Teeth on Silk Skin (horror erotic)

[Toxic boy]

Night had truly fallen inside the mansion. Despite the cleaning agency's best efforts, the house was shedding its skin again. A fine, gritty layer of dust had already settled on the bedside table and the polished mahogany headboard.
Sohini ran her finger across the wood, frowning at the grey smudge on her fingertip.
"Sumit, look," she whispered, rubbing the dust. "They cleaned it just hours ago, and it's already gritty. It feels... unclean."
Sumit was changing into his pyjamas, humming a tune. The whiskey had made him cheerful and oblivious.
"It's an old house, Sohini. The plaster breathes. Don't worry, I’ll tell the maid to wipe it down twice a day."
He climbed onto the bed, the mattress creaking under his weight. He patted the pillow, sending a tiny cloud of dust motes dancing in the lamplight.
"You know who I’m inviting to the party?" Sumit boasted, lying back with his hands behind his head. "Mr. Khanna from the Burrabazar Wholesale Association, and Das Babu from the Gariahat Union. Those guys always looked down on my shop because it’s old-fashioned. Wait till they see this place. They’ll realize Sumit Sen isn't just a small-time trader anymore."
Sohini didn't answer. She was looking at the wall above Sumit’s head. The oil stain seemed darker in the dim light of the night lamp.
She felt a strange reluctance to get into that bed. The sheets felt cold, almost damp, despite the humidity.
"Come on, turn off the light," Sumit yawned, turning on his side, his back to her. "I have to open the shop early tomorrow. New stock is coming from Surat."
Sohini turned off the lamp. Darkness swallowed the room instantly.
She lay down on her side of the huge bed, leaving a wide gap between her and Sumit.
The silence wasn't empty. It was filled with the sound of settling dust—a soft, continuous hiss like sand falling in an hourglass.
And then, she felt it.
The dust wasn't just falling on the furniture. It was falling on her. Invisible particles settling on her skin, making her feel like something was coating her, claiming her.