Page 16 of Ghost's Angel

He stands up, stripping off his clothes with quick, efficient movements. My eyes widen as I take in the sight of him, naked and aroused.

"Holy shit." The words escape my lips before I can stop them, but how can I help it with his cock jutting straight out like that—long, and hard, and fully erect.

He's magnificent, every inch of him sculpted and chiseled, from his broad shoulders to his narrow hips, to the thick length of him standing proud.

He climbs back onto the bed, his body covering mine once more. His weight is a comfort, a shield against the world outside. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer, needing to feel him, all of him.

He kisses me again, his tongue sliding against mine in a slow, sensual dance. I can taste myself on his lips, and it's strangely erotic, a reminder of the pleasure he's already given me.

His hand slides down between us, guiding himself to my entrance. I tense slightly, a sudden flare of nervousness making me pause. He senses my hesitation and pulls back, his eyes softening as he looks down at me.

"We don't have to do this tonight, angel," he murmurs, his thumb brushing gently against my cheek. "We've got all the time in the world. We can wait as long as you need."

I shake my head, my voice steady and sure. "I don't want to wait. I want you now, Ghost. I want all of you."

He smiles, a slow curve of his lips that makes my heart flutter. "Then you'll get all of me."

He presses forward, slowly, carefully, giving my body time to adjust to the invasion, and...oh, my god! There's a brief moment of pain, a sharp, burning sensation that makes me gasp. He stills immediately, his eyes searching mine.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice thick with concern.

I breathe through the discomfort. "It's okay," I whisper. "Just a sting. It's already fading."

He waits until I give him a small nod, silent permission to continue. He moves slowly at first, his hips rocking gently against mine, each thrust pushing him deeper inside. The pain fades, replaced by growing pleasure, a warmth that spreads through my entire body.

I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him closer, urging him on. He groans, his forehead pressing against mine as he increases the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, faster.

"God, angel," he growls, his voice husky and gruff. "You feel so fucking good. Never felt this... Oh, fuck!"

I cling to him, my nails digging into his back as his thrusts pick up momentum, growing more and more erratic. The pleasure builds with each thrust. I can feel my orgasm coming, a wave of sensation that threatens to consume me.

"Ghost," I gasp, my body arching against his. "I'm... I feel..."

He growls, a low, feral sound that sends shivers down my spine. "Come for me, angel," he commands, his voice rough with need. "Let me feel you come around my cock."

And I do. It rolls over me like a tidal wave, sweeping me away in a rush of pleasure so intense it's almost painful. I cry out, my body convulsing beneath him, my inner muscles clamping down around him.

He follows me over the edge, his body tensing as he shoots warm spurts of his seed deep inside me, filling me, marking me as his.

We lie like that for a long moment, our bodies still joined, our breaths mingling as we come down from the high. His forehead rests against mine, his eyes closed, a look of utter contentment on his face.

"That was..." I trail off, unable to find the words to describe what just happened between us.

He smiles, a slow, lazy curve of his lips that makes my heart flutter. "Yeah, it was," he agrees, his voice rough with satisfaction.

He rolls onto his side, pulling me with him, our bodies still tangled together. His hand cups my cheek, his thumb brushing gently against my skin.

"You're my ol' lady now," he murmurs, his eyes searching mine. "You get that, right?"

I nod, a tear leaking from my eye as I experience something I've wanted for so long. Something I've longed for, but never dreamed I'd ever truly have—a sense of belonging.

"I'm yours," I whisper the words like a vow.

He smiles, a soft, tender expression that makes my heart ache. "And I'm yours, angel. Always."

Chapter 10

Ghost

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