Page 69 of Ghosts of Halloween

Now, though, neither of us cares about the scattered cards. Silas growls low in his throat and stands between my spread thighs, pushing at my legs to widen them even more.

“Cay,” he rasps, gripping the back of my head in a trembling hand. “Fuck, Cay.”

I wrap my hands around his waist, holding him close, and Silas lowers his forehead to mine, breathing hard. “I know, baby,” I murmur.

He usually bristles at endearments, but not today. He makes a choked sound and tugs on my hair, tilting my head up so he can kiss me. I taste the desperation on his tongue as he thrusts it in my mouth, pressing closer so his hard cock pushes into mine, and we both groan. I dig my fingers into the bare skin of his back, urging him closer, even though there’s no space left between us.

Silas drags his mouth to my chin and kisses down my jaw, panting with want. I bury my hand in his hair, closing my eyes and wishing this moment could last forever.

“I’m scared, baby,” I say, swallowing when I hear how fragile my voice sounds. Close to breaking.

He drops a gentle kiss on my lips and urges me up, the table not quite high enough to be comfortable. We just stand, pressed together, my face buried in the warm crook of his neck. I breathe him in, fear curling up my spine. Because even if this works, if we actually stay together when Harlow’s dead… I know I will never feel him like this.

Before tonight, we could touch as ghosts. We could even fuck. But the sensations were muted, never quite enough. The way we touch now, Silas’sbody heat burning into me, his breath caressing my skin, his delicious scent curling around me… I’ll never feel it again after tonight. It makes me desperate.

“I love you, Cay,” Silas says, his voice barely making it out of his tight throat. “I’ll always love you. No matter what happens. You’re mine.”

“I love you, too. You’re it for me, and I can’t…” I take a shuddering breath, swallowing tears that threaten to burst. I don’t know when was the last time I cried, it was so long ago, but the thought of never feeling Silas like this, or worse—losing him forever if we pass on after killing Harlow—it fucking breaks me.

“Fuck me,” I say, pressing my open mouth to his smooth neck in a hot kiss. “Fuck me for the last time. Make it good, baby.”

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He groans, tipping his head down to invite more kisses, and I oblige. I know we fucked tonight, but that was partly for show. This, now, is just for us. And I know there are things Silas won’t let go of, not until his demons are slain, which will never happen now, but I’ll take what he gives me. When we’re alone, he allows himself to be more vulnerable.

I kiss down his neck, tasting his skin with desperation, willing the memory of his taste to burn into me so I’ll always be able to recall it. When his fingers tighten in my hair, I groan, and Silas reaches between us, undoing my fly. His hand curls around my cock and I let out a hot breath and suck his lower lip into my mouth.

I’ll brand the taste and feel of him into my soul so it’s always with me. Wherever I go. Whatever I become.

Silas pulls back, his eyes glassy and hooded as he pants through parted lips, swollen from kissing me. He pushes two fingers in my mouth, and I suck them with a moan until he pulls them out with a wet sound.

“The lube’s upstairs,” he says, kissing down my face when I reach for his fly. “Want me to…”

“No. I’ll be fine.”

He grunts and kisses me when I push my hand down his pants to squeeze my fingers around his perfect cock. Breaking the kiss, Silas reaches around me and presses his wet finger to my hole. He pushes one in, and I tighten my hold on his cock in response, making him groan.

“Two, baby,” I murmur, stroking him slowly in a tight fist. “Need you inside me.”

He kisses the side of my neck and adds the second finger. I’m still a bit slick from before, and it’s easy to relax when he presses so close to me, the muscles in his back playing under my fingers, his hard cock straining in my palm.

Silas groans impatiently when he can’t get as deep as he wants, and he pulls his fingers out. He undresses with quick, jerky movements, and I follow him. When we’re both naked, he grips my hand, guiding me to the old couch. I make to turn so my back’s to him, but he grips my arm, shaking his head. “I want to see you.”

That’s a level of vulnerability he rarely allows himself, and I gulp, my throat tight. I lie down on the couch, bending my knees, and Silas settles between my legs with a shaky sigh, watching me with dark eyes. His face is sharp with the intensity of his emotions, but his mouth is soft and his touch gentle when he runs his fingers up my thighs.

The couch is narrow, but there’s just enough space for me to open my legs so he fits between them. Instead of entering me like I expect him to, Silas leans closer and kisses me, gripping both our cocks in his fist and stroking hard until one of my piercings digs into the side of his cockhead. He hisses and plunges his tongue deep in my mouth, giving a low moan when I palm his ass to press him closer.

He pulls back from the kiss, his mouth still touching mine, hot breath teasing my lips. “I’m not letting you go,” he says hoarsely. “Whatever happens, I’ll go with you.”

He kisses me again, so hot and hungry that I shake under him, my cock throbbing in his tight fist. When Silas pulls back, hiking my knees higher so he can line his cock with my hole, I reach for his cheek, looking into his open, desperate face.

“Good thing we’ll both end up in hell, then.”

He gives me a crooked grin and presses his cock closer. I push against him, and he sinks in with a low moan. I gulp a deep breath, relaxing to soothe the sting, and he pushes deeper, until all the empty space between us is obliterated.

He stops, gulping hungry breaths, and I grip the back of his head, wrapping my legs around him. I desperately cling to the present, even though terror of the future threatens to drown me. If Jack’s plan doesn’t work and Harlow dies for good, we’ll be gone with her. Maybe we’ll turn to nothing. Maybe there is heaven and hell, and we’ll end up in the latter for our many sins.

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