Page 23 of Ghosted in Arkadia
It feels like a faint pulse between my thighs.
Opening my eyes, I see a trail of black that moved on without me, and my fingertips resume their trip around the drawn track. I make my way around my breasts, teasing the delicate skin before narrowing in on the strained peaks of my nipples. I pinch and roll them, guessing that is what Ghost would do in person. Visions of him standing behind me, cupping my breasts while he pulls on my metallic bars sends a new wave of slick arousal down my inner thighs.
His trail of black continues down my waist, leaving faint marks from all five fingers, spanning from hip to hip. My touchcannot fill the area the way his hand would, but moving with his appearing marks makes it feel like he lives beneath my skin.
I look into the mirror, taking stock of the black smudged marks covering my torso made by my soulmate. He has turned me into a macabre piece of art, and I’m in no hurry to wash it away. His previous words of praise are covered by a thick smudge of dark. Heat blooms inside me, feeling like an itch that needs to be scratched.
I trace over the mark, my nerve endings firing too intensely from such a light touch, but I can feel him there, too. A black line appears, running down and disappearing between my thighs, and I know what he wants me to do. Thinner and written with a pen’s tip, black lines appear on my thigh.
Make yourself scream for me
I swallow hard, widening my stance as I look down to the stripe, painted like an arrow, directing me toward my slit. My fingers travel the path laid out for them, continuing downwards to ghost over my throbbing clit in favor of wetting my pads in the pool of arousal first. Once my hand is free to glide over the delicate button, I return, making small circles while I watch in the mirror for his next instruction.
My mind does not have the patience to wait and conceives its own version of events featuring Ghost bursting into the bathroom to take over with his tongue. My feet shuffle further apart, and I steady myself with one hand on the counter while increasing the speed of the circles I draw after a quick dip for more arousal.
I can feel the orgasm building inside me, making my skin flush and the back of my neck heat. I focus on the sight of my hand between my thighs in the mirror, imagining Ghost watching while pumping his cock with a bloodstained hand.
His hands are stained with blood. Mine are, too, I guess.
I look down at my hand between my thighs, moving my fingers down to plunge two deep inside me. It isn’t Ghost’s donkey dick, but I could imagine him working me up for him, and I scissor my fingers as if readying for the stretch.
Another message appears on my other thigh, and I groan.
Scream for me, kitten
My orgasm overtakes me, obeying the command of my soulmate and forcing a small scream from my lips. My toes curl as my thighs squeeze together, locking my hand in place while my walls tighten around my rocking fingers. I wring every drop of pleasure before removing my hand and glancing at my reflection in the mirror.
Black marks and smudges cover my skin, and my hair is tangled and wild. My breathing is hard, like I just finished running a marathon. I will admit it has been a long time since an orgasm shook my world like that.
Hell, who am I kidding? I’ve never had an orgasm like that, by my doing or anyone else.
I want him to sneak into my house, pin me down, and fuck me until I scream like he promised.
Guess that says a lot about me.
Badges and Boundaries Both Ignored
The rain hasn’t let up by morning, so I don’t bother drying my hair after a quick shower to wash Ghost’s marks from my skin. I allow the car to drive to the station while I sit back and enjoy the first half of my coffee in quiet contemplation.
Everything feels different. I feel different. And it’s all because I found my soulmate. Every mated person I’ve spoken to said it was something I’d never understand, but now I do. Meeting the other half of your soul changes everything.
Only… he’s a psychopath.
I sigh, looking into my coffee like it holds my needed answers. This is insane. All of it. I don’t know the first thing about who he is. The only thing I know is that he kills people. Yet the mere thought of him touching me makes me hotter than this coffee.
There is something seriously wrong with me. Which makes sense, considering we are meant for one another.
I still don’t have any answers to my existential crisis when I walk into the station, but as always, everyone else does.
“Did you even sleep last night, Kira?” James asks while pouring himself a coffee. It doesn’t appear to be his first, and the dark rings around his sunken eyes certainly suggest he needs it.
“Did you?”
James chuckles, looking down at his black cup of coffee like the secrets of the universe really are held within its dark depths.
Maybe I need to use less cream.
“I returned to the station last night to help sort through the goldmine we got from the raid.”
