Chapter 18 #2
Testing me, her fingers wrap around the thickness of my cock through the material of my breeches, and even though she’s trembling in my hold, her pupils are dilated, her breathing is ragged, and she looks desperate for more.
“So this is what you are,” she says quietly, the words shaky and forced out. “A monster who wants to fuck a ghost.”
I want to correct her and tell her I’m a demon, but I’ll take the monster comment. We’re practically the same anyway.
Her fingers, still and unmoving before, tighten around my cock, making my teeth crush together.
“What do you want?” I ask her because I need to know this is what we both need. If she’s scared and thinks seducing me will calm me down, she’s mistaken.
I need her to let me in more than anything right now.
Her silence has me pausing my thumb against her pulse. “If you want me to fuck you, I’ll fuck you. If you’re afraid, tell me. I’ll walk out of here and forget this happened.”
“I…” She stops, her expression panicked. “I want you.”
The moment the words reach my ears, I step back at the same time my tail wraps around her throat and drags her to her knees. I rip off my breeches with my free hand, then grip the base of my cock and fist the hair at the back of her skull. “Open.”
I use the tip of my tail—still wrapped around her neck—to pull her parted lips to the crown of my dick. Her eyes stay on mine as her tongue slips out and drags up the underside of my cock.
My balls tighten as she licks again.
I lose my patience and force my cock into her mouth until it hits the back of her throat. The gagging sound has me holding it there, feeling her swallow around my thickness, her eyes watering yet not averting away from me.
“I can smell how wet you are, Sable,” I say, gritting my teeth as she works her tongue under my dick. “You love this, don’t you? You love the feeling of my cock robbing you of air.”
She moans around me, choking as I pull all the way out to rest the tip against her lips and thrust in once more.
I do it again, and again, and again, until my eyes are rolling and Sable’s body vibrates with my own.
She’s sucking, hard, and I think I might blow when she tries to take me to the back of her throat of her own accord.
It takes everything in me to tighten my tail around her throat and yank her off my cock with a pop. I stare down at her swollen lips, the string of saliva connecting her lips to my crown.
She’s beautiful. She would rule Heaven and Hell if she really wanted to with how fucking hot and strong she is.
I pull her to her feet, and she lets out a whimper as I dip my hand between her legs and shove my fingers into her pussy, feeling just how soaked sucking my dick made her.
I slide my fingers out, and she shivers as they drag up and over her clit, slipping from her underwear.
“You’re ready for me. Do you want to run?” I growl against her ear. “If so, then you better leave now.”
Her eyes shine, and I can hear how hard her goddamn heart is beating.
“Sable.”
I crowd her as her name escapes my lips, not giving her a chance to get past me and make it out of the room. She has no choice but to back up as I stalk toward her. Her fingers brush the frame of the open window, and I see the moment her plan forms.
She lunges for it.
I grab her hip before she can get more than her head out. My fingers grip her nape, and I brush her pulse point with my claws as I hold her up against the window.
Sable struggles against me, but she doesn’t tell me to stop or push my arms away. All she does is gasp when my tail wraps around her leg to open her up for me. Her stockings and panties rip from the slightest tear.
I line myself up with her entrance, smearing her wetness over my cock.
“Take a deep breath.”
I thrust into her before she can. Her pussy welcomes me as I sink into the hilt, stilling and reveling in the warmth of her around me.
I stay in place for a second, feeling her body against me. Her breathing. Her pulse. Her everything. She’s shaking, and I slide my cock out and thrust back in, her cry bouncing off the window and filling my ears.
“Have you adjusted to me, Sable?”
Please say yes. I need to hammer into her so badly, but I also need to hear her say that three-letter word.
She’s contracting around me, tight and perfect and wet.
“Fuck me before I grow bored,” she snarls.
Bored?
She screams as I thrust into her hard and clamps down around me. A moan catches in her throat as I thrust into her repeatedly, holding her forehead to the glass to keep her in place.
Heat gathers where we connect over and over again. Her arousal leaks down her thighs, and my balls smack into her clit as I keep pushing into her like it’s my last day on earth.
If Tony shows up, I’ll make him watch.
If a Tor’Oth blasts through the door, then it can watch too.
Nothing is going to stop me from fucking her, from having her impaled on my cock and gasping a bunch of curses mingled with my name.
A layer of sweat coats our skin, and my lungs give out as I speed up. Harder. Faster. Deeper. She takes every inch like the good little ghost she is. She’s crying out for her god yet pushing her ass back to meet me.
“I fucking hate you,” she seethes, even though her pussy is tightening around my cock with each thrust.
I chuckle deeply against her ear. “You hate me, yet you haven’t told me to stop.”
“That’s because you’ll leave me disappointed either way,” she fires back.
I grit my teeth at her words. My tail has a mind of its own, tightening around her thigh and hiking her leg up, angling her so perfectly for me to fuck her harder.
This is unlike any other time I’ve had sex. My entire body is lighting up, and I don’t want to ever stop. My eyes screw shut as her moans grow louder, and I grip her hip, holding on for dear life as she pushes back against each thrust. Our bodies collide over and over again.
Our skin slaps together; our harsh breaths and groans fill the air.
The moment her inner walls crush around my cock and her body tenses beneath me, her moans cut off and she stops breathing as her orgasm builds. Her palm slams against the window, the fingerprints sliding down as my name pours from her mouth.
She convulses in my hold, pussy soaked and strangling my cock, and a coiling sensation burns in my spine and shoots downward. My vision blurs, muscles bunching all over, and I let out a deep, guttural moan as I fill her with every single drop of my cum.
Air bursts from my lungs as I bring my mouth to her ear. “Ask me again how you look.”
“Fuck you.” She gasps.
I ignore her and let the words fall from my mouth.
“You look nice and dead and fucked.”
“You’re a piece of shit,” she fires back.
The grin pulling my lips has the words coming out as demonic as they feel. “A piece of shit who just made you come.”
My hands leave her hips. Her body is exhausted from her orgasm, and to my fucking dismay, her ghostly form vanishes from me as she falls through the window with a scream.
I wince when I hear her body hit the ground outside.
Then I remember she’s already dead and walk away.