“Good,” I reply, dragging kisses across her chin to her throat, sucking on the sensitive skin there until it turns red. “Because you’re stuck with me forever, little ghost girl.”
The feel of her stroking me, her legs parting to bring me closer… I pull back and rip her clothes off until I’m staring down at a goddamn angel. Her eyes are alive, bright and sparkling, and she’s smiling up at me.
I plan to make her eyes water and mess her hair up so badly, she’ll spend hours trying to detangle it again.
She shrieks as I flip her over, grasping handfuls of her ass and kneading the muscles she’s slowly building with exercise—I’d never felt like an idiot before, until she had to show me how to use a fucking treadmill.
I part her cheeks, and she lets out a whine as I bury my face there and push my tongue into her hole. She loves this as foreplay—I’ve yet to fuck her ass, but she sure loves when I lick her there, spearing in and out as I push two fingers into her pussy and fuck her through her first orgasm.
Screams muffled by the pillow her face is buried into, she pushes her ass into my face more, and when her tremors settle and her pussy stops gripping my fingers, I slide them out and kiss each cheek.
After flipping her once more, I hike her knee up and line my cock up to her entrance, and she doesn’t take her drunk eyes off me as I push in.
Going slow, I kiss her as I shallowly thrust into her depth, her body already tightening around me again as she moans. It’s been more intense lately, and I have no idea why. Instead of going wild and fucking her like I’m dying tomorrow, I’ve been going slower. Taking my time with every inch of her body. Worshipping her is what I plan to do with the rest of my existence, and I want to make sure she feels like a princess every moment.
Sable is the center of my universe.
“Harder,” she begs, digging her heels into the back of my thighs to bring me in deeper.
I shake my head, buried into her neck. “I get to take my time with you now.”
And I do. I take my time from now until forever.
35
Sable
Lynx won’t stop scowling.
“It’s meant to make that sound,” I assure him. I’m lying, of course. My car needs about two thousand dollars for a full engine rebuild, and, unfortunately, I may not be dead anymore, but I’m still broke until the manor sells.
Lynx isn’t really helping much in the finance department because he keeps getting fired from his handyman gig—surprise, surprise, the ex-demon has no people skills. At least he’s somewhat handy though.
Him and YouTube how-to guides go hand in hand.
So for now, his job is to fix up the manor to sell it—in between scouring the property for more body parts.
The car shudders again when we come to a stop at the lights. Tee pokes his head out the window, tongue hanging to take in the view.
The lights change, and the car takes its sweet time deciding whether it wants to stop shaking and clattering before agreeing that, yes, we can accelerate down the street.
My clammy hands leave moisture marks on the steering wheel as we drive around to locate a parking spot. My foot would be bouncing if I wasn’t worried the car might die from the additional trauma.
I glance at the black book on Lynx’s lap to check for the twentieth time that it’s still there. Sensing my agitation, he gives my knee a squeeze but says nothing. My parents’ appeal hearing is coming up soon, and I’m going to make damn sure they spend the rest of their lives rotting in prison—for Ella’s sake and for mine.
I pull into a spot, kill the engine, and suck in a shaky breath. Lynx offers me the ledger with evidence of my parents’ dealings, and I step out, frowning at him when he does the same.
“You don’t have to go in?—”
He gives me the universalAre you kidding me?look. “Shut up and lock the car, Sable. Like fuck are you going in there alone.”
My shoulders slump. “Thank you.” I didn’t want to do this alone.
I step onto the pavement and check the car’s back seat, where Tee is now completely zonked out, splayed on his back with his tongue hanging out.
“Stay.”
At Lynx’s tone, Tee opens one eye and gives the ex-demon an impatient look.
