Page 9 of Ghost's Angel

"Look at me." His voice is commanding but gentle. When I meet his gaze, the fierce protectiveness there steals my breath. "You're not alone anymore. You've got me now."

I suck in a sharp inhale and before I can stop myself, I whisper, "Do I? Do I have you?"

"You're fucking-A right you do."

An unfamiliar warmth blooms in my chest—a feeling so overwhelming it brings tears to my eyes.

They're not tears of sadness or frustration this time. They're tears of hope. Of gratitude. Of relief.

My emotions override my brain, and I act before I think. Rolling my body toward his, my eyes still damp with unshed tears, I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him.

Chapter 6

Ghost

Her lips are soft. As soft as I imagined. Sweet. The taste of her is pure, untainted, like everything else about her. One tentative kiss, a hesitant offering, and every ounce of control I’ve been clinging to these past weeks, these past hours, these pastminutes…shatters.

My angel is all I need. All I’ve been waiting for.

I pull her closer, needing to feel her against me, her small frame swallowed by my larger one. Her hands are still around my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair, and the simple act sends a jolt of pure possessive pleasure through me. She’s mine. Every cell in my body screams it. And she doesn’t even know it yet.

I break the kiss, just for a breath, needing to see her, to see the effect I’m having on her. Her eyes are half-closed, her lips parted, and a soft flush creeps up her neck and paints her cheeks a delicate pink. Beautiful. She’s so fucking beautiful.

I take the lead, my mouth finding hers again, more insistent this time, more demanding. I can’t get enough of her. Her taste, her scent, the way she trembles in my arms…it’s intoxicating. I pull back slightly, trailing kisses down her jawline, across her throat, feeling the rapid pulse fluttering beneath her skin.She’s nervous, but there’s something else there too. Desire. Hot, undeniable desire. And the knowledge that I’m the one igniting it in her makes my blood burn like fire.

My hands move on their own accord, tracing the delicate curve of her spine, pulling her closer until there’s no space between us. I can feel her breath hitch as my fingers brush against the swell of her breast through the thin t-shirt. She’s so soft, so small, so…perfect.

I hadn’t intended to touch her tonight, wanting to give her time to get used to the idea ofus. But, she initiated this…

I groan against her lips, needing more, needing to feel her skin against mine. My fingers pinch the hem of her shirt, impatience gnawing at me. She stills for a moment, her breath hitching, and I pause, giving her a chance to pull away. To say no. But she doesn’t. She arches her back slightly, offering herself to me, and the last vestiges of my restraint disappear.

I peel the shirt from her shoulders, my gaze locked on hers. Her nipples are tight and hard. Exquisite. Everything about her is exquisite.

I lower my head, my mouth closing over one taut nipple, sucking gently. She gasps, her body arching against me, and I can feel her tremble. The sound is like a siren’s call, driving me wild. I move to the other breast, lavishing attention on her, tasting her, nipping at her skin until it’s flushed and swollen.

Her hands grip my hair. Her fingers dig into my scalp, and she softly moans, “Ghost.”

The sound is pure, unadulterated pleasure, and it’s like a drug to me. I could spend a lifetime just listening to her moan my name.

My hands move lower, tracing the curve of her stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of her panties. Her skin is like silk beneath my touch, and I can feel the heat radiating from her. I run a finger over her folds. She’s wet. So wet for me. Thediscovery sends a surge of pure triumph through me. She wants me. She craves me. Just as I crave her.

“My angel,” I murmur against her skin, the words slipping out without conscious thought. They feel right. It feels like she belongs to me.

Her breath hitches again as my fingers find her clit, and she cries out, her body tensing. I might be pushing her, pushing her boundaries, but I can’t stop myself now. I need to feel her pleasure, to know that I’m the one who’s giving it to her.

“Ghost,” she whispers, her voice thick with desire but also harboring a hint of uncertainty. “I…I don’t know what to do.”

I pause, my fingers still on her clit, and look into her eyes. “Are you a virgin, angel?”

She nods, her cheeks flushed crimson.

I suspected as much, but having it confirmed—the knowledge that I’m the first, that I’m the one who will take her innocence—sends a wave of fierce possessiveness through me. But it won’t happen tonight. Not like this. Not when she’s so nervous, so unsure. I don't want to rush her. She needs time to get used to this new normal. This new world she's now the queen of.

“I’m not going to take your virginity tonight, angel,” I tell her, my voice low and husky.

Her eyes widen in surprise, and I can see a flicker of disappointment in their depths. Good. She wants me.

“But,” I continue, a slow smile spreading across my face, “I am going to make you feel very, very good.”

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