Page 20 of Grave Expectations

“I don’t feel any of it anymore,” he said.

“You swear?”

“I’d never lie to you,” he said, his kiss moving up her palm to her wrist. She shivered, both from his words and the cool press of his lips. “Get on the bed,” he said.

Roz climbed on it, her gaze following the dusting of hair along his lower abdomen, trailing lower and lower. His cock was thick, just like Roz liked, and her mouth watered at the thought of him inside her.

“Let me see you,” he said. She leaned back on her elbows, spreading her legs to show her panty-covered pussy. She slowly pulled it off, tossing it to the side, her knees falling open to him. There was that reverent look again, like he was the luckiest man in the world.

Alaric climbed onto the bed next to her, guiding her back onto his lap. She reached for him to guide to her opening, but he stopped her. “I told you I wanted to taste you,” he said, settling onto his back. He gripped behind her thighs, dragging her to his face.

“Are you...?” Roz started. He answered by pulling her harder, no longer asking. She straddled his face, gripping her headboard when his tongue flicked across her clit. It was quick, a fleeting flick before he drew along the length of her. He probed her entrance with his tongue, tasting her. His moan vibrated through her body and her nails dug into the headboard.

Alaric was very, very good at this. One hand gripped her ass cheek, pulling her tight against his face. The other slipped two fingers inside her, thrusting to keep up with her as she rocked on his face.

His lips circled her clit and sucked, and that was all it took to send her over. She cried out, her hips still but her body vibrating as she came hard and fast. Alaric slowed with his mouth, his fingers still inside her. She collapsed onto the bed next to him, her chest heaving. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked her from them, humming his satisfaction.

“That was amazing,” Roz breathed.

“I’m not done,” he said. Roz’s eyes widened as he sat up, his gaze raking across her naked flesh. He moved between her thighs, pushing her knees up to lift her lower body. He set a pillow under her low back, tilting her hips up to him. The head of his cock teased her entrance, sliding between her lips in a painfully slow process.

“How do you like it?” he asked.

“I…” Roz started, fumbling for words. The corner of his mouth turned up in a devious half-smile as he slid his head into her. He moved slow, his thick cock stretching her pussy in the most pleasurable way.

“Like this?” he asked, sliding half into her, half out in slow, steady motions. She shook her head.

“This?” he asked, going deeper now, burying himself in her with the same slow, steady motions. She sucked in a breath as he entered her fully, the pillow giving him deeper access than she’d ever felt before.

She nodded.

“I can’t hear you,” he said.

“Yes,” she gasped out.

He moved faster now, his strokes still deep. “How about this?”

“Goddess, yes!” she called out, every deep thrust sending her closer to the edge. When he pressed his thumb onto her clit she arched her back, her second orgasm hitting her hard and long. Each thrust carried her on another wave, her pussy clamping down on him.

“That’s right, come undone for me,” he growled, his thrusts faster now. Roz did, each thrust carrying her further and further into her ecstasy. She was just coming down when Alaric thrust for the last time, his cock deep inside her. He stayed like that for several moments before sliding from her.

“You are exquisite,” he said again. Roz smiled deliriously, curling into his chest as he lay next to her. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

The last thought Roz had before drifting off was Do ghosts have viable sperm?

CHAPTER NINE

Roz stretched, a pleasant soreness between her legs. She paused, some part of her worried that Alaric had left in the night. Despite being tethered to her, the same insecurities she had with other men raised their head—that he left after he got what he wanted from her.

Then there were cold lips on her cheek and she smiled.

“Good morning,” she said. “Have you been here all night? Do you even sleep?”

“I did leave for an errand,” he admitted. “And no, I don’t need to sleep.”

“Not even nap?”

“There are times that I am…not really here,” he said. “Sometimes I blink and Pumpkin Hollow has jumped another few years. Maybe I’d fallen asleep and didn’t know it.”