She’s so obviously loving this. Relishing pleasure. Intoxicated by desire.
My mind is flooded with possibilities. With both of us working together, we could discover more of what the library’s hiding. We could find other ghosts and other histories. I see her by my side. I fucking love it. I need it. I need her now.
I give myself another few seconds to memorize the scene.
One of the ghosts bends his head to her neck, kissing her there, then puts his hand around the front of her throat.
“Oh,” my witchy girl breathes, and that’s it. That’s all I can take.
I line myself up and thrust into her with reckless abandon, bracing myself over her as I do. One swift stroke and she’s mine. Her bottom lip dropped with a silent scream of pleasure.
Hazel’s quick to put her arms around my neck as I fuck into her again. She’s so fucking wet. So fucking hot. There’s no foreplay like ghost foreplay, I guess, and I’m the only one who gets to feel the full effect of it. The thought fuels me to fuck her harder and deeper. She’s hot and tight around me, made for me, and I get up on my knees and fuck her like I’ve wanted to since the second I saw her.
Hazel doesn’t need me to slow down.
“Yes,” she moans. “Finley, please.”
The thunder gets louder, like it’s in the building with us. The bangs and flashes of light accompany the sight of the ghosts playing with her. Touching and kissing, nipping and sucking. All over her body as I push her higher and higher. Closer to her release.
One of the ghosts slips his hand between me and Hazel and circles her clit while I fuck her. She clenches around my cock and I fucking love it. “Come on my cock,” I command her. “Be my good girl and come.”
The sound she makes is a muffled cry of pleasure, and I can barely hear it because the rain and thunder are so loud. She comes again and then again on my cock.
“Do that again,” I order her. “Do that again, my little witch. One more time.”
I lower my mouth and rake my teeth down her neck. Sucking and nipping, joining in the fun of toying with her as she gets off.
She cries out my name as she pulses around me, coming as hard as she did the first time.
“I love you,” I tell her, fucking her through it, finding my own release. The pleasure rocks through me. “I want nothing more than you to come on my cock every night.”
“Yes,” she cries breathlessly and just then there’s a blinding light.
The room gets as bright as a lightning flash, but it’s not lightning. It’s the ghosts. She writhes underneath them, and I keep myself inside her to the hilt. The cold whips over me and between us.
Is it time? I find the dark-haired ghost on his knees next to me.
He leans down between me and Hazel and gives her one last kiss on the lips. It’s quick and soft.
Then he sits back, locks eyes with me, and I nod in gratitude.
The ghosts disappear.
We’re back in the dark once again, and I can’t see a damn thing. Her heavy breathing and soft touch are everything to me in this moment. She clings to me, sated and trembling from the heated night of passion.
I rest my forehead on Hazel’s. It takes a moment for me to catch my breath. For what just happened to truly register. Her hands find my shoulders, and we lie there for a moment, not saying anything. Did I confess my love to her? The thought hits me and I have to shove it down before I can overthink it.
A breeze slips through the room and as I grab the blanket to cover Hazel’s bare skin, there’s a sound like somebody blowing out a candle, except all the candles come to life again.
Suddenly there is light.
Hazel blinks up at me. Her hair’s a messy halo, and she has my teeth marks on her neck, and she’s perfect. Freshly fucked and beautiful. Needy still with those doe eyes.
“That was…” She starts but doesn’t finish.
“Everything you wanted?” I question as I take her chin in my hand, forcing those beautiful eyes to look at me.
She only nods, staring up at me for approval.
