Page 31 of Ghost

“You’re too big?” she moaned.

I pressed my forehead against hers, breathing through the tightness, the heat, and the goddamn perfection of being inside her. Fuckin' hell, I was going to split her open. Fighting back the urge, I waited until I felt that slight wiggle of her hips.

“That’s my good girl.” She clenched her pussy at the praise. “Look at me, baby,” I commanded, and her eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine. “You're mine now. Fucking mine.”

Soft sounds escaped her lips as I started to move. Slowly pulling out, rolling my hips, then sinking back inside. “Fuck,” I hissed.

Each thrust pushed her higher and made her moan louder, the sound music to my ears.

“Oh God, Bishop. Right there.”

I grabbed onto the back of her thigh and lifted her leg higher up my back and sank in deeper.

“Shit,” I groaned, picking up speed and pounding into her harder. I was a rough man, and I liked my fucking that way too. But watching her face as I brought her higher—fuck me, all I cared about was making it good for her.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted.

She felt too good. “Come for me, Rae.”

“Bishop!” she screamed, her walls clamping down painfully around me as her orgasm ripped through her.

"Fuck," I grunted, arms shaking as I pumped inside her hard and fast, until finally my spine began to tingle and I spilled into the condom.

Breathing heavily, my head fell back on my shoulders as I tried to ignore the pain in my ribs from my racing heart.

I looked back down at her, this woman who just turned my world upside down, and wondered what the fuck I was doing.

“Never... never did that before,” she whispered, her southern drawl coming out strong, as she stared at me in wonder.

“What?”

“Gave myself to a man I just met.” I couldn’t help but smirk at her confession. “Ghost—” she started.

“Bishop,” I reminded her. Now that I’d heard my name from her lips, nothing less would do.

“Bishop. What does all of this mean?” She bit her lip. That vulnerability—it was a gift and a responsibility to protect.

“Shh.” I leaned closer, my breath fanning over her face. “You're mine now, baby.” In my world that means something.

I’d claimed her and there was no going back. Rae was mine, no exceptions. She might not understand it, but she would.

She was under my protection, and I took care of what was mine like a goddamn savage.

“Yours?” she asked, half-question, half-statement.

“Damn right. I already told you.” My hand found her chin, fingers tilting her face up to mine. “You got no idea what you're dealing with here, baby. But you'll learn. You’re mine, have been since the moment you pointed that gun in my face.”

The air between us crackled, charged with the promise of what was to come. “You need rest, and I gotta take care of some business.”

She bit that pouty lip as she sunk into the pillows, her gaze still locked with mine. “Stay,” she whispered. The look on her face telling me she needed me.

I nodded, shifting to pull her into my arms.

Her breath slowed then evened out. As I watched her sleep, a fierce protectiveness arose within me. Up and down, her chest rose and fell, her lips parted slightly as she dreamed. Her skin was still flushed a vibrant pink that told she’d been thoroughly fucked. Staring at her sprawled across my sheets, she looked every bit the picture of perfection.

“Goddamn,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair.

No way was I leaving this behind.

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