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“Listen, I know we’ve all got our issues and we’re not exactly the most stable group of people. Me in particular. But we’re in this together, and I want you to know that I’ve got your back, no matter what.”
A lump forms in my throat, overwhelmed by his words. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I belong somewhere. But shouldn’t I be the one reassuring and comforting him?
“Thank you,” I whisper, and Ghost nods in response. “Ghost, do you want—”
“No.”
“Okay.”
We continue to sit there, side by side, lost in our thoughts until the sense of needing to help Ghost weighs down too heavily on me.
“Come on, let’s get you to the medical wing.”
As I help Ghost up, he pulls me into his arms and presses his lips against mine. It’s a desperate sort of kiss, one that takes me aback, but it’s still welcomed. The warmth of Ghost’s embrace is magnetic.
My heart races as I give into the moment, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in closer. His lips are soft and gentle, but the intensity of his kiss is overwhelming.
We break apart, gasping for air, and look into each other’s eyes. There’s a hunger there, a desire that’s been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. Ghost takes my hand and leads me over to my painting, his touch sending shivers down my spine.
He pins me against the canvas, crushing my chest into the cold, still wet paint and running his hands all over me, caressing my body with a hunger that both excites and frightens me. I’m so lost in the moment that I barely notice when he tears off my dress, revealing my bare chest. It’s only the cool air kissing my skin causing a rash of goosebumps to break out on my body that clues me in to what’s going on.
He grips my head, turning it to the side so that my cheek is kissing the canvas, and his lips find mine again. I forget everything else but the heat of his body against mine.
Ghost’s hands run down my back. His fingertips trace along my spine as they travel towards my ass, causing me to shiver. His touch sends a jolt of electricity down my back, making me moan into the canvas.
“Ghost,” I whisper. “I want you.”
“You have me,” he replies, his voice quivering. “Completely. I’ve been trying to work up the courage to tell you, I’m yours.”
Ghost pulls down his blood-stained sweatpants, letting them fall to the floor, revealing his bare erection and many, many piercings. Against the canvas, he presses into me, his hardness, his strength, begging for attention.
He kisses down my neck, trailing down my back. He runs his hands down my thighs, caressing each and every one of my curves.
He turns me around and pulls me against his chest, his hands cupping my ass. Now his erection presses into my belly, the cold piercings contrasting his heat, and his warm skin burning against me.
Ghost kisses my lips gently, softly, hesitantly, but with a passion that’s unrivalled. Then he kisses down my chin, to my neck, and down to my chest, purposely avoiding my breasts. I lean back, pressing my body against the canvas, savouring the feeling of being at his gentle mercy.
This beautiful man, half-naked and powerful, is looking up at me and I don’t have a single doubt. I know exactly what I want.
I pull Ghost’s face up to meet mine, our eyes locking together. “I’m yours, Ghost,” I vow.
“And I’m yours,” he says, and then we’re kissing again, lips locked together as if we’re never going to let go.
Ghost wraps his arms around my lower back, lifting me up off the ground. Our legs meet, our bodies press together. I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his shoulders. He presses me back against the cold canvas and lines himself up at my entrance.
We lock eyes, sharing a moment, and then he thrusts so deeply into me that my eyes roll back.
He surges into me, faster and faster, harder and harder. Holy fucking shit, he’s so deep I feel like he’s splitting me in half.
“Oh, god,” I moan. “Ghost.”
I bury my face in his neck, kissing his skin, biting it, savouring the moment.
He groans in response. “Oh, fuck,” he moans. “You feel so good, Kayla.”
He thrusts into me again and again and I know my orgasm is building, I can feel it just out of reach.
Suddenly he pulls out, making me wince and leaving me feeling bereft at the loss of him, before spinning me back to face the canvas, slamming his hand down on my spine so that I bend forward and kiss the wet paint. And then he’s grabbing my hips, pistoning back into me and making me scream.
