“Ghost, please.” I beg but I don't know for what. Mercy or release, maybe.
He starts moving rapidly, pounding into me so hard that my vision goes in and out. I can feel a third orgasm building by the second. My body quivers as he continues his assault. My pussy starts to pulsate but a sharp slap to the ass halts it.
“You don't cum unless I tell you to.” He says as he ruthlessly slams into me.
The mixture of pain and pleasure has turned me into a whimpering drooling mess. His hand slides down and rubs my clit, only building my torture. He leans into my body and bites my shoulder causing me to buck my hips. He pushes himself back up until he is repositioned and starts pushing my body down. Arching my back, it gives him a better advantage of hitting my g-spot over and over again. My orgasm threatens to come just as his movements get sloppy.
“Cum, baby.” He growls out.
I explode in convulsions. He makes a long pain like groan as he finds his release. His hot cum fills my insides which only adds to my orgasm. I’m spent, gasping for air and shaking. Sleep tries to take me but I won't let it. I’m notready to lose him again. He moves from my body and I can hear water running nearby. He returns with a dip in the bed and a warm wash cloth is used to clean me up.
“Eyes closed, head down.” He says. The mask is pulled from my head and before I know it, my body is pushed onto my side and under the covers.
“You may open your eyes.” He states.
Turning over, I’m met with the same mask I had on just moments ago. There is none other than Ghost himself, under my comforter, mere inches from me. My hand reaches out and draws lines up and down his arm. It skips over to his neck and I trace the intricate tattoos that cover his skin there too. He’s beautiful in every way imaginable.
“Ghost?” My heart pounds as the words I want to say come forward.
“Hm?” He hums.
“Why can’t I see you? Every time we are together, it's cosmic. I hate when you leave and hate it more when you are gone. Stay with me. You say we are inevitable and meant to be, yet you keep leaving me. So stay. I want you to stay.” I ramble, desperate to keep him here at this moment.
“I want to stay. You have no idea how badly I want you, just like this, but I can’t. Not yet.” He holds my head in his hands, trying to make me believe his words.
“Why can’t I see you?” I need to know. Does he have scars? No, I would have felt them.
“Soon.” He offers with a less than certain tone.
“That’s not good enough, Ghost. You have no idea what this has been doing to me. You have no idea what this does to my head every time you leave. I’m in pain when you aren’t here.” Anger takes over my senses. All the time I have wasted on this man for him to continue to mess with my head.
“I’m sorry.” I nearly laugh at his declaration.
“Fuck your sorry’s. I need all of you or none of you, Ghost. So either be with me, and I mean really be with me, or put me out of my misery.” I beg.
“I can’t.” Am I not good enough? Why do men keep doing this to me? Why am I never enough?
“What do you mean you can’t? You can’t leave me or you can’t love me?” I need to hear him say it. To tell me every horrible thought that has crossed my mind since what those men did to me.
“Don't you get it? I would slay the devil himself for an eternity with you.” His words pull tears from my eyes but I won't cry. Not for him. He gets up from the bed and dresses. It’s apparent he intends to leave.
“Then why not stay? You say something like that but keep leaving.” I'm desperate. I need him to stay, even if it's just for a few more minutes. I know if he leaves, it’ll destroy me.
“Everly, hell’s fire would be less painful than loving you.” He says while inching closer to the balcony doors.
“Ghost, please. Do you want me to say it? I will if it means you’ll stay.” I pull myself up onto my knees and wrap the comforter round me, trying to calm my nerves of panic. He turns aroundand walks out the doors. Scrambling, I push my way to the opening just as he climbs over the railing and jumps.
“Ghost! I love you.” I scream as I watch him walk farther and farther away. Deep down, I know that I mean it. No matter how hard I fight him, it's the truest words to ever be spoken. He’s a drug. One that fills me with such euphoria it’s almost painful, while absolutely ruining me every time I have it. He halts for a moment and turns around.
“I love you too, Little Siren. Even if it kills me.” He shouts back and with that he strides off into the night, taking my heart with him.
Grief takes over my senses as I fall into a ball on the ground. Sobs rack my body as I convulse in a fit of tears and pained moans. The saying that is said about not knowing what you had until it's gone, bullshit. I never had him but I know now that I need him. Like the flowers need the sun, I am deprived of the only thing my soul has ever craved.
Chapter Sixteen
I Need An Exorcism
Day Forty Seven
