Page 50 of Nightmare Island

HEL

“Ghost,” I moan his name as his fingers trace my collarbone, his tongue on my neck, leaving me shivering with need. The hunger of his touch melts through me, leaving my knees close to buckling.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” His tone is rough, strained with control as he pulls back to stare at me, his face so close that his breath flutters over my cheeks.

I laugh shakily. “Bold of you to assume I can think right now.”

“Try.” His thumb traces my lower lip, and my whole body shudders. “I want to hear your voice.”

“I’m thinking…” I swallow hard. “That this is probably a terrible idea. That this is going to end with me hurt. That I should run.”

“But?”

“But I don’t want to.” I force myself to hold his gaze. “And that terrifies me more than you do. I’ve only ever been with one other man in my life.”

He makes a sound low in his throat, something like a growl. “I wish I’d found you years ago, made you mine, so I was the only man you’d ever feel.”

“It’s time to start working on a time machine!” I try to smile, but it fails as he continues to run his fingertips along the low neckline of my dress, leaving me breathless.

“You’re trembling,” he says.

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” My voice shakes too. I’m a complete mess when he stares at me with that sinful expression when I’m in his hands.

He steps closer, and I swear the temperature in the room spikes.

“Always with your sass,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. “Even now.”

“It’s part of my charm.” Despite my words, my nerves are in overdrive.

His hands slide down my arms, leaving trails of fire in their wake. “You’re not in trouble here.”

“No?” I laugh, but it comes out breathy. “Then why does it feel like I’m about to do something incredibly stupid?”

“Because you think too much.” He finds the hem of my dress. “May I?”

No, my brain screams.Yes, my body answers. And I nod, not trusting my voice.

The fabric whispers over my skin as he lifts it away, leaving me in just my underwear. The cool air hits my bare back, and I resist the urge to cover myself.

“Absolutely beautiful.” His gaze inhales me as it travels down my body, pausing a bit too long on my breasts, his tongue slipping out, dragging across his lower lip. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment, little flame. Jerked off dozens of times just thinking of claiming you.”

“Dozens, you say?”

He chuckles while my nipples tighten as if in command to his reaction, and I catch the grin tugging at the corner of his mouth… He noticed, too.

My heart’s fluttering so hard now, and the fire between my thighs is a pool of desire. He moves in closer, leaning in, and his mouth grazes mine. I press against him, needing this, craving it.

His kiss is possessive and dominant, just like him. Fingers tangle in my hair, tugging my head back as his mouth claims mine, and my hands are fisting his shirt. I gasp against him, never having been kissed this way before—tender yet so full of passion that it leaves me dizzy. His other hand grips my waist, drawing me firmly against him.

I’m falling hard for him, so much so that I won’t be able to escape. Maybe I don’t want to. Maybe it’s my turn to finally find something good for a change.

His tongue presses into my mouth, tangling with mine, and I suck down on it, shuddering at how much I love the sensation of hearing him groan against me with pleasure. His cock is so fucking hard against me, only thin fabrics between us, and I feel him throbbing for me.

He breaks the kiss, only to trail down to my neck once more, taking long licks and mock bites.

“Ghost,” I breathe his name.

“Too late,” he whispers against my skin, sending me trembling. “I’m not stopping now.”

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