One glance over my shoulder and my belly flips. The look in his eyes is one I haven’t seen before. There’s possessiveness and fire, need and anger, worry and relief, and something that looks a lot like...love? They’re all fighting for dominance, but it’s that last one that causes a pang in my heart.
My eyes meet his. “Yes, sir.” It slides off my tongue as if I’ve said it a million times before. It’s as natural as breathing. My soul remembers, even if I don’t.
“Say it again,” he rasps as he lines himself up and drives in. There’s no pause or allowance for my body to acclimate to his size, and he’s definitely not small. He pulls out and thrusts back in, slamming me forward, my forehead meeting the sheets as I hang on for dear life.
“Yes, sir. Please, sir.”
He grabs a handful of hair, wrapping it around his fist, effectively pulling my head back as he fucks me harder. Faster. It stings a little, but that just adds to the intensity of the almost overwhelming pleasure. I can feel another orgasm building each time our bodies slap together.
“Ah, ah, ah. Don’t even think about it, little ghost. I’m not through with you yet,” he growls.
Dragging my lower lip between my teeth, I try to breathe, try to stop the orgasm I can feel sneaking up on me as he continues pounding into me mercilessly.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan.
He pulls out suddenly, and I whimper but don’t have time to curse him before he’s turning me around, lifting me off my feet and throwing me on top of the bed. He crawls between my legs, a hungry look in his hazel eyes that practically sends me over the edge again.
Suddenly, the moment is imprinting itself over another. As he positions himself between my thighs, the memory of another time begins to play in my mind, his hand grabbing my leg and hooking it around his back, his dick poised at my opening before he thrusts in all the way to the hilt, impaling me with his cock. The images are damn near in sync as he continues to move, two separate moments in time, and I moan as two distinct sets of feelings meld together. Now I’m the one on the verge of my own overload as the past finally recedes. My eyes fall closed, and he stills. Another whimper escapes. I need him with a desperation I’ve never felt before.
“Keep your eyes on me, little ghost. I need to see you,” he says, softer now.
When our eyes meet, our bond flares brighter than it ever has. This connection between us has always been strong, even since that very first day, but now, it’s like we’ve become one. One body, one mind, one heart. It’s beating to its own rhythm. Our rhythm. Unique to us and us alone.
His lips drop to mine while he begins moving. It’s slower, which does little to minimize the effect he has on me. There is so much more between us now. I can feel the worry he hid and the anger he still hasn’t quite let go of. And I can feel his love. This bright, colorful piece of his soul. A place he saves for me and only me.
“Come for me,” he whispers. “Now, Fate.”
And I’m flying over the edge as he follows, him in my arms as we’re both consumed by the blackness. The place where we will always be safe and can always find each other if anything ever happens again. A single tear trails down my cheek. He pulls back slightly, kissing it away before it can fall to the nothingness.
“You’re mine.”
“And you are mine,” I whisper. “I love you.”
His eyes widen slightly before his lips tilt up. There’s the grin I adore. “And I love you, my little ghost.”
He kisses me once more, but this time it’s achingly slow and sweet.
When my eyes open again, we’re back on his bed, on top of the silky soft sheets. He props himself up on his elbows as he stares down at me.
“Promise me, Fate. No more scaring the shit out of us like that.”
“I promise,” I say softly. “But you need to promise to trust me too. This only works if it goes both ways.”
“I can’t speak for the rest of the guys, but you have my word.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” A grin spreads across his face. “Now, let’s get this dress off you. I think I still need your help. Not sure that was enough to avoid an overload.”
“Mmm...is that so?” I ask as he rolls over onto his back.
“Yup. I might need you to take over now. I’m on the verge of collapse.”
“You’re right. The situation is absolutely dire.” I transition to my ghost girl form just long enough to remove the dress and heels. “There, now let me help you with that,” I say as I straddle his hips. My hands slide up from his abs and through the hair on his chest as his hands find my ass. I hiss out a breath when the touch sends fire through the sensitive skin there.
He chuckles, the relaxed sound warming my heart. “Maybe you’ve learned your lesson?”
“Doubtful. I’m sure I’ll need a reminder or two.”
The heat in his eyes matches the heat in my belly, and I feel his dick as he maneuvers his hips, lining himself up. “I think that can be arranged,” is all he says before he thrusts into me and I’m once again lost as I let my body take over to help my empath work off some steam. Who am I to say no when duty calls?
We didn’t get much sleep. Knox needed a lot of help, or so he said, and I’m nothing if not a dedicated ghost girlfriend.
Now I’m cuddled up against his chest, one of his muscular arms serving as my pillow, as I tell myself I need to get up and check in with the others. His sleepy eyes meet mine, and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. He drops a quick kiss on my forehead. “I like waking up with you next to me, little ghost.”
“I don’t hate it,” I say with a shrug, but I’m unable to completely erase the grin from my lips. My body feels too fucking glorious this morning.
“Your ass might hate it if I have to give you a few extra swats to remind you where you belong.”
His voice is lower than normal and a bit husky from sleep. It sends a shiver through me, but my girly bits are still passed out from all the fun last night. Pretty sure they aren’t down with any sausage for breakfast. Pity that.
“I’ll be lucky if I can sit down today without a pillow under me.” I fake pout, and he chuckles, a satisfied glint in his eye.
“Good. After that stunt you pulled, you deserved it.” He looks at me quietly for a moment before he softly asks, “I wasn’t too rough last night? I...” He hesitates. “It was like my body remembered us, our limits and our passion and our desires, even if my brain doesn’t.”
“Definitely not! I trust that you’ll take me right to the edge and never let me fall without catching me.”
“God, I love you.” He turns slightly, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me. I want to warn him about morning breath, but I’m lost in the moment, in the feel of his plush lips on mine and our tongues battling for control. Is morning breath different from morning breath mixed with cum? Because lord knows I didn’t brush my teeth last night. His hands slide down, cupping my ass, and I break the kiss, hissing as the sting registers.
“Fuck! That’s sore.”
He just chuckles, damn him, as I roll out of his arms and get out of bed.