Page 18 of Haunted Desires
“Yes,” she moans. “Finley, please.”
The thunder gets louder, like it’s in the building with us. The bangs and flashes of light accompany the sight of the ghosts playing with her. Touch and kissing, nipping and sucking. All over her body as I push her higher and higher. Closer to her release.
One of the ghosts slips his hand between me and Hazel and circles her clit while I fuck her. She clenches around my cock and I fucking love it. “Come on my cock,” I command her. “Be my good girl and come.”
The sound she makes is a muffled cry of pleasure, and I can barely hear it because the rain and thunder are so loud. She comes again and then again on my cock.
“Do that again,” I order her. “Do that again, my little witch. One more time.”
I lower my mouth and rake my teeth down her neck. Sucking and nipping, joining in the fun of toying with her as she gets off.
She cries out my name as she pulses around me, coming as hard as she did the first time.
“I love you,” I tell her, fucking her through it, finding my own release. The pleasure rocks through me. “I want nothing more than you to come on my cock every night.”
“Yes,” she cries breathlessly and just then there’s a blinding light.
The room gets as bright as a lightning flash, but it’s not lightning. It’s the ghosts. She writhes underneath them and I keep myself inside her to the hilt. The cold whips over me and between us.
Is it time? I find the dark-haired ghost on his knees next to me.
He leans down between me and Hazel and gives her one last kiss on the lips. It’s quick and soft.
Then he sits back, locks eyes with me, and I nod in gratitude.
The ghosts disappear.
We’re back in the dark once again, and I can’t see a damn thing. Her heavy breathing and soft touch is everything to me in this moment. She clings to me, sated and trembling from the heated night of passion.
I rest my forehead on Hazel’s. It takes a moment for me to catch my breath. For what just happened to truly register. Her hands find my shoulders, and we lie there for a moment, not saying anything. Did I confess my love to her? The thought hits me and I have to shove it down before I can overthink it.
A breeze slips through the room and as I grab the blanket to cover Hazel’s bare skin, there’s a sound like somebody blowing out a candle, except all the candles come to life again.
Suddenly there is light.
Hazel blinks up at me. Her hair’s a messy halo, and she has my teeth marks on her neck, and she’s perfect. Freshly fucked and beautiful. Needy still with those doe eyes.
“That was…” She starts but doesn’t finish.
“Everything you wanted?” I question as I take her chin in my hand, forcing those beautiful eyes to look at me.
She only nods, staring up at me for approval.
“I’m glad but don’t expect that with anyone else, understood?” I tell her and love how the command lights a spark in her eyes. She nods again.
My heart beats heavy and loud as I look down at her.
Just as I’m starting to tell her I meant what I said, there’s a hum in the rest of the building. Light appears from around the door.
“The power’s back on,” Hazel says. “That means it’s probably on everywhere else, too.”
“That means we can go home.”
“Your place or mine?” she asks.
“Mine.”
Hazel
