Chapter 11
W ell, she looked mostly like a woman. I didn’t know any other women who could hover, but then again, I didn’t get out much.
I stared in awe at the sight in front of me, my jaw on the ground.
Black hair that almost reached the creature's waist rustled in the breeze. She wasn’t grotesque, but her features were hollow.
Her face was the same ashen gray as her hands except small lines—almost like fissures—marred the edges, stopping before they crossed her face.
My attention snagged on her eyes. The irises were obsidian set in a milky orb. They were haunting and entrancing.
“Wraith got your tongue, little flame?” she said.
Wraith? Was that what she was? Could I call it a she?
“Um,” I stammered. I had no idea what to say. I didn’t want to offend with ignorance or upset her. “I have so many questions. Are you a…wraith?”
I didn’t know a lot about wraiths other than reading about evil ones in a popular fantasy series when I was a kid.
I’d heard the name on other occasions but I’d never paid much attention.
I was too busy researching about vampires and shifters.
Mentally, I kicked myself for not learning more about the fascinating creature before me.
“Very good,” she said. “That is what I am, although I gave you a hint. You didn’t figure it out on your own, did you?”
Slowly, I shook my head. “I didn’t.”
Her hair fluttered around her face as she smirked. “For someone who doesn’t flinch at seeing scary things in forests, I thought you would figure it out.”
I had no response to that so instead I asked a question. “Earlier, you made me promise not to run. Why? You’re…beautiful.” The risk of sounding cheesy was worth it. This creature, or wraith, had just shown herself to me, and I had to reassure her.
She hesitated before answering. “One can never know how someone will react to their appearance.” She moved forward a few steps. “And I’m invested in you now. You see me and aren’t scared. Are you?”
“No,” I said quickly, my voice unwavering. “I’m drawn to you, and like I’ve said before, I feel safe with you. I feel seen with you. Especially after you let me vent about Jenna. You just listened while I got everything off my chest. I couldn't be scared of you.”
The wraith moved even closer, close enough to reach out and brush my cheek with a finger. “I’d listen to you until the end of time. Until there are no more breaths taken in this world, I’d listen to your sweet voice, Jade.”
My heart skipped. Her face was inches from mine and my eyes roamed over it taking in every detail.
The cracks were clearer now, small separations at the edges of her face.
I wanted to trace them with my fingers. My gaze drifted to her full gray lips and I needed to taste them sooner rather than later.
“Why did you show yourself to me?” I whispered.
“Because I want you to see who’s fucking you. It’s what you wanted after all. I'm going to give you a reason to always come back to me.”
My pussy throbbed at the words, and the wraith watched as my breaths turned to pants. She crashed her mouth to mine, cupping my cheeks in her hands. I melted into her cold kiss as her tongue pushed past my lips.
Her hands drifted downward as our tongues moved in tandem. Her fingertips trailed over my collarbone and over the swells of my breasts until she took each one into her hands through my shirt. They fit perfectly as she squeezed, the pressure sending currents of heat through my body.
She reached a hand under my shirt and pushed my bra up, freeing my breasts.
I cried out when her thumb brushed a nipple as she brought her other arm around my waist and rested her hand at the small of my back.
My senses were overwhelmed with stimulation and anticipation of what was to come.
I wanted everything she would give me and hoped it wouldn’t stop before she touched me like in my dreams.
Her hand moving lower snapped me from my thoughts as she brushed over my soft stomach.
Instead of doing it myself like last time, she unbuttoned my pants and pulled down my zipper.
Leaving my nipple, she shoved my jeans down my wide hips still not breaking our kiss.
Her deft fingers slid in my panties and through my wetness.
“Fuck,” I cried, the touch sending jolts down my legs.
Her fingers moved away, and I protested the loss. “No, no, flame. Not yet. I can tell you haven’t came since last time, and tonight your orgasms belong to my tongue.”
I gasped as she lifted me up and we floated backward before she sat me atop a soft patch of grass. Dew had fallen and the moisture dampened the lace covering my ass, but I didn’t care.
“Lie back,” she said, gently pushing my shoulders and as I leaned back she flattened her body above mine.
Expecting to fall all the way to the ground, instead the tops of my shoulders hit rock.
She had laid me on a grave. The realization was quick to dissipate as she gave me a quick kiss and worked my tight jeans and panties down my thighs.
Her body was still parallel to the ground, hovering a few inches above, as she pushed my knees apart baring my pussy.
The air blowing across my wetness made me gasp. She drifted her first two fingers down my body and I moaned as she reached my core and coated her fingers in my arousal. She circled my clit a few times before dipping her finger into my pussy to the first knuckle.
I cried out at the intrusion. “More. Please, more.” I begged. I couldn’t get enough of this magnificent creature.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you beg for me, flame,” she said, her voice low and heavy with lust.
She slid her finger all the way to the hilt and I moaned at the fullness. She pulled back and added another, stretching me gloriously around her. My walls clenched as she curled her fingers upward.
“Goddamn,” I panted. “If you do that much longer I’ll come. I won’t be able to control it.”
“Not yet,” was all she said before lowering her mouth to me and latching her lips onto my clit.
I bucked against her face, needing her to move as my whimpers filled the night. She let go and her tongue slithered out of her mouth to tease where her lips had just been.
“I’m close, fuck, I’m so close.”
She stopped. “I said not yet, Jade.”
“Please. I need to come or I’ll explode. Please.” The edging was making me lightheaded.
“Oh, you’re going to explode alright. All over my tongue.”
Her fingers left me and I glanced down, watching as she licked me from bottom to top a few times—the coldness of her was divine on my feverish skin. Without warning, she impaled me with her long thick tongue and I screamed into the night around us.
She writhed her tongue, licking every inch of my pussy from the inside. I moaned loudly when she hit the sensitive spot buried deep. When she brought her thumb up to circle my clit, she withdrew her mouth briefly.
“Come, Flame. Come on my tongue.”
She rammed back into me and I fell right over the cliff after dancing along the edge for what could’ve been hours.
My whole body convulsed as she kept moving inside me and I lost all track of what was reality and what wasn’t.
When my body stilled she licked every drop of arousal from between my thighs before moving up my body.
“Suck,” she commanded as her tongue licked my lips. I obliged and took her into my mouth, tasting myself.
“You aren’t done, little flame. I’m just getting started,” she said as her hand moved back between my legs.