“And I’ll bet you a thousand dollars that you are hard right now.” I chuckle.
He shifts momentarily and seconds later something cool is pushed between my teeth. Pulling it from my mouth I look down to find one hundred, hundred dollar bills sitting neatly ina money clip. My heart skips a beat as I look up to find Ghost sitting there with a shit-eating smile plastered across his face. This motherfucker will be the death of me. Gripping his hair beneath my fingers, I pull his head back until it rests against the sofa. He groans as I feel him hardening further against my thigh. I lean down and take his bottom lip between my teeth while tugging it gently. He explodes from his position and collects me in his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist as he rises from our seat. Our mouths descend on each other, fighting for dominance. Gliding across the room, my back collides with glass from a large window. The cool surface nips at my exposed skin while Ghost begins undressing me. He moves effortlessly, removing my garments until I am left bare. Pressing me against the glass further, he leans away while removing his hands from my body. Grasping the collar material of his shirt, he rips it in two and allows it to fall onto the floor behind him. My libido reaches an all time high at his display causing me to pull him back into a death grip. He nips and licks at my neck before biting my shoulder ruthlessly. Without looking, I know he's left a mark and maybe some blood like the savage animal he is.
“You taste divine.” He chuckles, pulling away. My suspicions are confirmed as a small smear of blood can be seen from the side of his mouth.
Maybe it's wrong to be so turned on by the idea of blood and him marking my skin but something about it ignites a fire in my belly so hot that the world would crumble from its magnitude. Moaning wildly, I move my hands to remove his shorts. They drop before he steps out of them and seconds later I am impaled by his girth. We whimper in tandem at the contact. I think he grinds out a “fuck” or two in the beginning thrusts but I am too captivated by the sight of him sliding in and out of me slickly. His speed picks up as he hammers into me without mercy.Pulling us away from the window, he somehow manages to move me up and down his length, he walks over to the kitchen table and lays me back on it. Using my feet, I push him away and move backwards. I motion with my finger for him to join me on the table. He obliges by climbing up to meet my body. Hastily, I climb on top of him and sit down on his engorged dick. My right hand lands on his throat and I squeeze harshly. A wicked smile appears on his lips as he relaxes his hands onto my hips. Using my other hand to support my weight against his broad chest, I start rubbing our bodies against each other. His one hand comes up to his face before he licks his thumb. It begins to move towards my core but halts as he looks up to meet my eyes.
”May I?” He questions. I grant him permission with a subtle nod.
His hand finishes its path, with his large thumb landing on my bundle of nerves. He makes quick circles while I continue to ride him like a bull rider in the rodeo. He throbs inside of me so hard that it takes me by surprise. Knowing we are both close to finding bliss, I pick up speed. Sliding him in and out of me relentlessly until the pressure is glaring between my spread thighs, I cry out just as my orgasm wrecks my body in waves. Just as I begin to come down, he stills and growls. His dick jumps inside of me just as he fills me with his seed. We catch our breaths first before I climb away from him and waltz over to the couch. Collapsing against the material, I look up to the ceiling. Seconds pass and he comes into view again but this time his expression is altered. Sitting up, I give him an inquisitive look but all I receive is his face painted with uncertainty and a thin lip. Rushing to sit behind me, I begin to turn around just as something comes over my head. Silver chain crosses my vision just as metal rests against my naked chest. Joy dances in my heart at the realization thathe managed to recover the necklace he once bestowed upon me. My hands move to graze the pendant but I find it is not alone. Something thin, round, and smooth sits next to it. A rough bulge is attached to its surface as well. I look down to discover that sitting on the chain is not only a French pendant but a massive fire opal ring that is encrusted with diamonds. My heart stops instantly and begins a new rhythm. Slamming against my chest, I spin around to find him now off the table and resting on one knee. The world stops spinning on its axis while my mind plays catch up. His lips move for a moment but my ears don't hear any sound. He takes my hands in his and my hearing returns, bringing me back to the present. I look into his blue eyes, lost in the world that is Ghost. Like an apparition of hope and destruction, he is fitted with an immaculate smile.
“Everly.” Is all he says but it's enough to cause tears to well up in my eyes. I nod as a show of attention. He continues to captivate me with those eyes as he speaks again. I hold my breath, for a reason unknown.
“There was no mistake when we were conjured. A piece of me melded with a piece of you and we were forever destined. Maybe not in the past life or the one before that, but our paths would cross no matter what. Even if we were two grains of sand, on some insignificant coastline, we would find ourselves side by side. We would be forced by a pressure larger than our own to eventually create some rare gemstone. In a never ending forest, may you be the seed and I be the soil that nourishes you. May you be the seed that gives me purpose. The soil that protects you while you grow. We together would create a mighty oak. For I have never known a love greater than yours. Don’t mistake my love for you as a weakness. It’s this love that makes my soul dance and is the gravity that keeps me from falling to the depths of hell. Did you know thatthe brain lives on for seven minutes after death to play out its most extraordinary memories?” He pauses for a moment.
“My seven minutes would be of you, only. With that, I must ask... Will you do me the exceptional grace of devoting the rest of your life to loving me? To bestow your happiness in my hands and safety within my arms? To continue to be my weapon of choice and greatest desire? Will you, Everly, do me the immeasurable honor of allowing me to be your husband?”
Chapter Thirty One
Shake The Magic 8 Ball
Everly’s POV:
“W-what?” I stutter.
I can’t focus on anything above the sound of my heartbeat pounding within my ears. The world seems to have stopped spinning on its axis while the oxygen in my lungs is ever fleeting. He looks at me with those full lash framed icy orbs, his face nearly pleading for an answer and all I can manageto do is keep staring at him. Never in a million years would I have imagined for someone like Ghost to ask for my hand in marriage. It seems impossible for someone like me to find love or happiness. Yet here I sit across from my twin flame, as he seeks a lifetime bound to me. What should I say? Yes? What would a marriage with him entail? I would assume much of the same things we have now. Would he expect children? I’ve never asked. Do I even want children? I don't even know. What happens if I say no? Would he leave me? My heart instantly constricts to an almost painful magnitude at the thought. I don’t want to live in a world that doesn't have him in it. Would I have to change my name? Would we run our own mafias or does marriage mean I would be giving up the power to him? My head continues to spin.
“Siren? Hey, come back to me.” His voice funnels its way into my ears while his hands cup my face. I blink in response.
“Do you want children?” I say impulsively. Due to the way he holds my face, my lips pucker causing my voice to come out distorted.
“Children?” He asks with amusement.
“Yes, do you want them?” I nod softly. Maybe I am stalling or maybe it's a deal breaker for me. I have no clear answer.
“Only if you want them. I could have ten or none. At the end of it all, I just want you. No kids? Great, I have more of you to myself. A whole sports team? Wonderful, as long as you are a part of them.” His voice is gentle, but the meaning behind his words gives me butterflies. I must not answer soon enough because he starts talking again.
“Whatever scenarios are going through that beautiful mind of yours, we will work through them together.” He offers a small smile at the end. He must give me some of his confidence because my mind is made up in seconds.
“Yes.” I smile and hold onto his wrists while his hands are still firmly placed on the sides of my face.
“Yes?” His breath falters as his eyes rapidly dance around my face.
“Yes, Ghost, I’ll marry you. Shit, of course I’ll marry you.” I softly chuckle, finding humor in the fact that I even had to mull it over.
He pulls my head into his, bringing our lips together. The kiss is passionate and heavy. He pulls me up from my seat and guides my legs around his waist. Spinning around, I squeal and hysterically laugh. He joins me in laughter all without breaking our kiss. My heart has never felt so full and my life has never felt so complete. I didn’t know what I had been missing until this very moment. The idea of spending the rest of my life with this man is like finding the Fountain Of Youth within The City of Atlantis. Surreal and extraordinarily exceptional, a treasure trove of incomprehensible perfection. I think about our impending wedding, being surrounded by family. That's when it hits me like a tsunami…my parents. They have no idea that I am alive. I didn’t even think to call them. I was so wrapped up in Ghost that it wasn’t until this moment that the thought crossed my mind. Not only will I come home to tell them I'm alive, but that I'm also engaged. They are going to lose it. It took weeks after our capture for them to not look at Ghost with pure contempt. That was one of the most deadly scenes I’ve watched to date. If it wasn’t for the guys holding my dad down, I think he would have tried killing Ghost.
“We have to celebrate!” He cheers before standing. Slowly, he releases me while I slide down to a standing position.
“Wait, I realized that I never told my family…that I’m alive.” Fear is clear on my face.
“I've already taken care of it. I called your father after you fell asleep. He was understandably upset but soon that turned to joy. I also told him of my intentions to marry you.” Ghost’s face gives away nothing.
“And? Did he give you his blessing?” My nerves are firing a million miles a minute and I am abundantly aware of the fact that I still stand naked before him.
“I believe his words were… Over my dead body.” He says the last part with air quotes. I fight back tears just as he continues to speak.
“So I asked, how about my father’s?” He smiles a devilish grin while looking over my face.
