Page 21 of Ghost Of You

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” I say, grinning ear to ear.

She giggles, pulling me along with a sense of purpose. As we make our way through the crowd, I can’t help but think: God, I love her.

Hastily pulling me into the disabled restroom, she lets go of my hand and slams the door shut, locking it with a decisive click. Her eyes blaze with a fierce, insatiable hunger as she leans against the door.

We both gasp for breath, our gazes locked in an electric exchange before our lips crash together with a fervent urgency. I grip her hips and guide her backwards towards the sink, our mouths merging in a demanding kiss.

As her back meets the sink, I lift her effortlessly, her legs instinctively wrapping around me. I hold her tightly, her arms encircling my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair. Our tonguesintertwine, and her taste—sweet and spicy like cinnamon—only intensifies my desire.

“Ten minutes until the show starts,” a male voice announces over the speaker, causing our lips to part momentarily as we both catch our breath. She looks at me with a smirk.

“Ten minutes,” she murmurs, her voice dripping with challenge. “Think you can handle that?”

I chuckle, breathless. “Oh, I can handle anything.”

Her lips curl into a teasing bite as I pull her closer. “Unbutton your pants and pull them down,” I command, and she obeys without hesitation, quickly lowering them. I pull her towards me, our mouths crashing together as her leather pants slip to her ankles.

Without wasting a beat, I tear away her lace thong, tossing it aside. “You won’t need these,” I growl against her lips, and she doesn’t object.

Trailing kisses down her neck, I nip at her skin, eliciting a moan that vibrates through her. I maneuver her away from the sink, pressing her against the wall as my lips journey lower.

On my knees now, I look up to see her eyes filled with raw, unfiltered desire. Her flushed skin and wild grin send a rush of adrenaline through me, making my own need painfully evident.

I yearn to feel her fully, to lose myself in the sensation of her around me, but time is tight. That indulgence will have to wait for another day.

Carefully removing her feet from her pants, I admire her naked lower half. My hand glides up her leg, caressing her tenderly, and her breathing grows more ragged, her body reacting to every touch.

Leaning in, I kiss and nibble her thigh, prompting another soft moan. “Killian,” she breathes, her voice thick with need, as she spreads her legs wider, begging for more.

My fingers explore her slick folds, and her head tilts back in pleasure as she moans softly. My sole focus is to bring her unparalleled pleasure, to make her scream my name in ecstasy.

I slide a finger into her, feeling her heat engulf me, and add another, quickening my pace. I lower my head, taking her clit into my mouth, sucking eagerly as I continue to finger her.

With my free hand, I lift one of her legs over my shoulder, increasing my rhythm. Her moans become louder, her body writhing in response as she grabs my hair, riding my face.

As her sounds of pleasure intensify, I know she’s nearing her climax. “Killian,” she moans, her voice breaking. I look up at her, her eyes squeezed shut, body convulsing.

“Come for me, beautiful,” I urge, and her scream of release echoes through the room as she shudders, her body clenching around my fingers. I don’t stop, even as she tries to push me away.

Standing, I bring my drenched fingers to her mouth. She eagerly sucks them clean, her eyes never leaving mine. The sight of her tasting herself drives me wild with need.

“Say it,” I command, my voice low and demanding. Her eyes smoulder with desire as she answers.

“Fuck me,” she breathes, her voice heavy with longing.

Without delay, I lift her, her legs wrapping around my waist as I sit her on the edge of the sink. She quickly unfastens my pants, freeing me. Her hand wraps around me, stroking with a practised rhythm, driving me to the brink.

Settling between her legs, I tease her with my tip before thrusting into her. Her moans fill the room as I push deeper, her legs locking around me, hands exploring my back.

I quicken the pace, my thrusts growing more intense as her body responds eagerly. Her eyes lock onto mine, a fire burning in them, and her nails dig into my back, making me lose a bit of control.

Our bodies move together in a desperate dance, and I reach between us, rubbing her sensitive clit. She grabs my hand, pulling it to her throat. “Choke me,” she gasps.

I comply, squeezing gently, her smile widening with pleasure. “I’m going to come,” she murmurs, her body trembling.

“Hold it,” I command, and she cries out, her body convulsing around me. “Come for me, beautiful. Let everyone out there know who’s making you feel this way.”

She screams my name as she shatters, her body clenching around me. I follow, moaning her name as I release inside her. We collapse together, our breaths mingling in a slow, tender kiss.

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