Page 45 of Hot Ghoul Summer

“Toby,” just a breath that he steals from me, kissing me while his hips pick up the pace, hammering into me. My knees squeeze around his hips, holding him tight, wanting him in deep, so deep that he can never leave.

That’s right. All the men in my life leave.

He won’t. I have to keep him with me, keep him safe from trading his soul for mine. I don’t want him to leave this mortal world just when we meet.

Thoughts of pleasure and pain mingle, the feelings overwhelming my body unable to completely outweigh the sudden sadness in my heart. I love him—and each little pebble of affection is building a mountain. I’m falling for him—for all the things he is and everything he isn’t.

Unselfish.

Loving.

Protective.

What I want, in the oddest package.

His thick phallus swells in me as I come, and I feel thick ropes of cum coat my insides. He still keeps rocking, and I realize his human cock is now dominant—and it’s still hard and full.

“Again?” I gasp.

“Think so,” he murmurs, pressing passionate kisses along my jaw. “You feel so good, baby. Can I come in you again, sweetheart?”

“God, yes. Over and over again.” I clutch him tight.

Toby works himself harder and harder against me, almost as if his first orgasm took off the edge and he has to build back up. Whatever it is, I appreciate it, pussy fluttering as small orgasms shake me, each one rippling to build to a harder one as my fingers and his erection create a vise of pleasure around my clit, trapping it from the inside and outside at once.

“Oh. Oh, Oh, fuck, Moll...” Toby’s shoulders tense, and his head flings back.

I pry my eyes open long enough to watch his face spasm in relief. Jaw and limbs locked.

He’s not just cute or adorable. My Toby is a beautiful monster, and something closer to an angel than a demon.

I’m a nurse. I still fight against untimely deaths. Toby will not die if I can save him, just like I won’t die if he can save me.

“My God.” I stroke his face as he rests it next to mine.

“Good.”

“Better.” I blink back tears of realization.

“Oh, precious?” Toby kisses my eyelids. “Did I go too hard, Moll?”

“I just realized—you’re my partner. The real thing. You’d live or die for me. You want the best for me. What makes me happy makes you happy. I know it’s too soon, but I just got it.”

“You did?” Toby beams at me, happy tears standing out on the surface of his eyes, too.

“I’m not going to let you leave here, okay? We’re smart. We’re stubborn.” I clasp his hand in mine. “We can stop Theo and Gary. We can save each other.”

“Yes, Moll. Yes! We’ll do it, love.” Toby kisses me, and I hug him hard.

“Love you,” I risk whispering.

Because what if this is my only chance?

“I love you, too. And don’t worry. I’ll still go slow,” he promises.

My teeth scrape against his lip as I kiss him back. “Not too slow, okay?”

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