He stooped to kiss her again, picking up the motion of his thrusts. Her body tightened around him, her wet heat an inexhaustible paradise. After so long in a deadened state, this much sensation was beyond intoxicating.
He loosened the hold on her ankles, using his ghostly hands to catch her behind her knees instead. He lifted her legs up toward her torso, exposing her dripping core and allowing for deeper penetration. His cock barely fit, but he fucking loved the sight of it sinking inside of her, knowing he was filling every inch of space she had to give.
He formed more bindings at her ankles and spread her legs up and open, thrusting deeper. Her moans turned to cries, and she pulled on her wrists, but he allowed no give in her bonds.
He kept one palm planted beside her head, supporting his weight, and the other he let roam down the soft skin of her side, over her slender waist to the delicate flair of her hip.
“If you don’t like it, tell me and I’ll stop,” he said before forming another spectral hand in between their bodies. He let it creep down her abdomen slowly, giving her plenty of time to react.
Her eyes shot wide and her body tensed, but she didn’t tell him to stop. He would show her that she’d made the right decision.
The hand slipped between the folds of her labia, circling the slippery wet nub of her clitoris. Her cry became a stream of foul curses that would’ve made him laugh had he not beenusing most of his concentration to keep himself from spilling prematurely.
He could imagine how the icy touch would feel against her heated flesh. The phantom fingers worked her faster while he thrust harder, pushing a little deeper each time, forcing her body to stretch to accommodate him.
Her eyes were squeezed shut against the intensity of sensation he unleashed upon her. He sensed she was close. He needed to push her over the edge because it wouldn’t be long before he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.
“Suyin,” he moaned.
She jerked, pulling at her wrists again.
“Open your eyes.”
She did, but they rolled in their sockets, lost to her ecstasy.
“Look at me,” he growled.
Her dark eyes snapped to his and held his gaze. He let the ghostly hand at her core push her just a little harder, and he felt the moment she went over. Her body locked up, and her core muscles rippled around his shaft like they were trying to massage his release right out of him.
And they succeeded. With a hoarse shout, he fell into his own climax, head spinning. His heart pounded in his skull and in his shaft as he released inside of her, the hot fluid spilling out of her core.
Her cries were replaced by soft moans as her body eased down from its peak. He released her bonds and slid out from between her legs. Leaning back, he took a moment to appreciate the sight of her well-used sex, and then he dropped to her side.
“I can’t believe I let a ghost rub my clit,” she mumbled.
Some time later, Suyin yawned and stretched to wakefulness. She enjoyed her body’s pleasure-sore state for a moment before sitting up and peering into the room.
There was no sign of Murmur, and the space on the bed beside her was cold. She figured he hadn’t stuck around after she passed out from the exhaustion of being thoroughly fucked. Just the thought of what he’d done to her made her face heat and her lips curve.
She scanned her surroundings, trying to see where he’d tossed her clothes, but it was too dark. Pulling the bedsheet off and wrapping it around herself, she padded over to the window and threw back the heavy drapes. The sky was at its brightest now, and its eerie red glow filled the bedchamber.
She turned around to take it in, and her eyes widened.
Seeing Murmur’s room in proper light for the first time meant she could see that the walls were covered in drawings. There were faces with haunting eyes that seemed to watch her. There were half-drawn sigils. There were endless, illegible writings, in English and Sheolic, sometimes a phrase or two, sometimes multiple paragraphs.
On top of that, there were claw marks gouged into the stone, and the wood of the headboard and bed frame looked like it had been mauled.
She approached the closest wall, leaning in to study the drawings. There was one of a half-rotted face, its mouth open in a silent scream. It looked similar to the faces of Murmur’s souls when he materialized them. Lines of Sheolic script circled its head like a halo. The word “screaming” was written below it, but the G trailed off into a bunch of messy scribbling.
The scrawling lines traveled down to the floor and stopped abruptly. When she looked down at the floor beneath the last line, there was a small piece of charcoal, left right where it had been dropped.
She picked it up. It was worn to a stub, and it immediately stained her fingertips black. Setting it back down, she went around the bed and studied the walls on the other side. Mostof the faces were similarly creepy and weren’t something she’d want staring at her while she slept.
The bedside table was covered with pages of still more sketches of faces and sigils. In fact, every available surface was covered in papers and shredded notebooks. And she already knew the bed had been a mess before they got into it, as if when Murmur slept, he tossed and turned endlessly.
A chill raced down her spine. This was not the dwelling of a normal person. It looked like the scene of the villain’s domain in a horror movie. The place where the stupid teenagers would be lured to and killed. Their blood would probably spatter over the walls dramatically in the climax.
It was a reminder that Murmur was … multifaceted. She had seen a side of him that she doubted many had. He could be playful, naughty, and oddly sweet. He could also be cold and cruel, and he slept in a murder room.
