Page 24 of Ghost's Revenge
"Relax," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss me softly. "Let me in, sweetheart."
I force myself to breathe, to relax around him, and suddenly he slides home in one long, smooth thrust that has both of us gasping.
"Fuck," he groans against my neck. "You feel so good. So tight and wet and perfect."
He starts moving, setting a rhythm that's neither too fast nor too slow, each thrust hitting spots inside me that I didn't even know existed. I wrap my legs around his waist, changing the angle slightly, and suddenly every stroke is sending sparks of pleasure up my spine.
"Derek," I gasp, digging my nails into his shoulders. "Oh God, that's—"
Chapter 9 - Ghost
I can't believe this is happening.
I can’t believe I'm buried deep inside Debbie Wilson, watching her eyes flutter closed as I hit that perfect spot inside her, listening to the little gasps and moans she makes with every thrust. Can't believe that after twenty years of keeping everyone at arm's length, I'm letting myself feel this, letting myself want her in ways that go beyond the physical.
"Derek," she gasps, digging her nails into my shoulders. "Oh God, that's—"
I drive into her harder, angling my hips to hit that spot again and again, watching her face contort with pleasure. She's fucking beautiful like this—skin flushed, hair spread across the pillow, mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy. Her pussy clenches around me, so tight and wet it's driving me insane. I've never felt anything like it, never wanted anyone the way I want her.
"Look at me," I growl, needing to see her eyes when she comes apart. "I want to see you."
She forces her eyes open, and the connection between us is so intense it nearly stops my heart. There's trust there, and need, and something deeper that I'm not ready to name yet.
Her hands come up to frame my face, trembling with the effort of coordinating movement while I'm pounding into her. A smile curves her lips—the most genuine, beautiful thing I've ever seen.
"I want to get on top," she says, voice shaking with each thrust. "Want to ride you."
Jesus fucking Christ. The image of her above me, taking her pleasure, controlling the pace...
"Be my fucking guest," I tell her, unable to keep the growl from my voice. "Nothing I'd like more than watching you ride my cock."
A blush spreads across her cheeks at my words, but her eyes squint with desire. I pull out just long enough to flip our positions, settling her above me with her thighs straddling mine.
She takes a moment to adjust, and I nearly lose my mind watching her rub her slick pussy along the length of my cock, coating me in her wetness. The friction is incredible, perfect, but it's not enough. I need to be inside her again, need to feel her wrapped around me like she was made for me.
I grab my cock, positioning it at her entrance.
"Sit on it," I say, voice rough with need. "Need to be inside you again. Can't wait another fucking second."
"I love when you talk like that," she admits, looking almost shy despite the fact that she's naked on top of me, her pussy dripping wet against my cock. "No one's ever... no one's ever looked at me the way you do. Like I'm something they can't live without."
I place my hands on her hips, steadying her as she starts to sink down on me.
"Get used to it," I tell her, meaning every word. "Because I'm not letting you out of my sight. Going to cherish your heart and body for as long as you'll have me."
The smile that breaks across her face is like sunshine after a storm. "Then I'll have to show you how much I want that."
She starts to move, taking me deeper with each roll of her hips. She's slow at first, her legs trembling with the effort of holding herself up, but I guide her with my hands on her waist, showing her the rhythm that works for both of us.
Once she gets the hang of it, she grows bolder, moving faster, taking me deeper. She leans forward, changing the angle so my cock hits that spot inside her with every thrust, and the sound she makes—half moan, half sob—nearly makes me come on the spot.
She collapses against my chest, still moving her hips in tight circles that are driving me out of my fucking mind. Her lips find my neck, pressing soft kisses there between moans, and something inside me breaks loose.
When was the last time I felt like this? Safe, wanted, like I had permission to just exist in this moment without watching for threats or calculating exit strategies? When was the last time someone touched me like they wanted to know me, not just use me?
She's making me happy. Me, Ghost, the man everyone in Pine Haven crosses the street to avoid. The violence and danger that's been my constant companion for twenty years feels distant in this moment, pushed aside by the feeling of Debbie's skin against mine, her heart beating against my chest.
"I'm close," she whispers against my neck, and I can feel the wetness of tears on her cheeks. "So close, Derek."
