Page 109 of The Devil and His Ghost

Great. Even more footage I’ll need to get rid of.

Once filming ended, my new favorite normal began. Xander and I left the shooting location with the night sky above us. We found a 24/7 eatery to dine in, and this time, the members of Sinners Do It Better joined us. After all six of us ate, Xander and I returned to his penthouse apartment to catch up on some much needed sleep.

And I planned to sleep for a long ass time, because tonight was the last night of filming until next season began. I got an entire month off before I had to go to my next assignment, which I was trying hard not to think about yet. I didn’t want my ensuing stay at Mountview to take me away from the comfort of now.

“Kendyll,” Xander practically sang my name in a whisper. His weight shifted on the mattress like he hovered above me where I laid on my stomach, burrowing my face deeper into the silk pillow. He chuckled as his warmth bore down on my bare back. “It’s almost noon. Wanna get up and get something to eat?”

“Mmm,” I mumbled incoherent sounds.

Xander peppered light, affectionate kisses in the center of my back and up to my shoulder blades. “Qīn’ài de.”

An untempered glee unfurled within my body where he kissed me and spread throughout. The almost reverent tone in which he called me this term of endearment—one that he said was a good thing but didn’t fully explain what it meant—had my eyes fluttering open and head turning to look at him over my shoulder.

“Morning,” I greeted with a content smile.

He laughed and brushed my hair off my forehead while bracing his weight on his other arm. “I wouldn’t call this morning, but yeah. Good morning, beautiful.”

“Say it right,” I grumbled with a feigned glare. I wiggled my butt up into him where I felt his hard cock right against my ass.

His grin widened, and he nuzzled his face into my neck while pulling the blankets aside to settle his cock where we both wanted it. “Zǎo ān, měinǚ.”

I gasped against the pillow as the sweet thickness of his dick filled me up. My entire body trembled, and my smile grew. “Zǎo ān.”

He fucked me slowly. His hips moved as though to treasure and pleasure rather than dominate and drive crazy. His lips kissed my back and throat with tenderness instead of claim. This kind of intimate and loving sex was our usual morning, and every time he finished, he’d settle against me while leaving his cock buried deep inside.

“Fuck,” he sighed contentedly as his hot cum filled my insides. “I hope your pussy drinks up every drop today. I’m going to keep shoving it in until you get pregnant.”

I shook my head tiredly against the pillow. “You’re always going on about that.”

“Of course I am. Can you imagine? Not only will she be the first human-demon baby, but she’ll be a product of us. Isn’t that amazing?”

“She? Not only have you decided that we’re having a kid, but you’ve decided it’s a girl, too?”

“Yeah. Our little nǚ ér.”

“Why a girl?” I asked, clenching around him where his cock was still fully seated.

He grunted in delight before answering in a breathless voice. “Because I want her to take after you. Duh. What should we name her? She should have a Western and Eastern name. Ruan Biluo for the Eastern one? I’ve always liked that name.”

I laughed and reached my hand back to grab his neck. “You’re crazy.”

I pulled him close to place a kiss on his lips. Xander got off me, but he didn’t go far. He scooped me up, blankets and all, and carried me to his bathroom. I never thought I’d shower with someone else, let alone allow them to wash me, but Xander was forever my exception.

He treated the act of washing me like one of worship, taking care to pay attention to every part of me with the utmost care, and every time he washed a section of my flesh, he’d follow it with a kiss. What amazed me was how none of it was sexual. Every gesture was one of reverence, and following each act, my entire soul felt reborn into the version of me that I could’ve been, the version who believed in him and us.

Hold onto that feeling, I chanted to myself. As long as you can.

My first work free day was a lazy one. Xander and I got coffee and lunch before walking through the same New York City park where we ran into that lady who turned into a malicious spirit all those years ago. I couldn’t help but shake my head as I thought about how far I’d come and how much I’d learned about ghosts and myself since then.

When we returned to Xander’s penthouse, he left for an evening concert. While my schedule was lessening, his only seemed to increase as Sinners Do It Better grew daily in popularity. Every concert they’d done in the past year had been sold out, and we’d had to avoid paparazzi more and more when we went out these days.

Alone, I stretched out on the cushioned outdoor chaise on Xander’s terrace, which overlooked the city beyond and below. The August air was perfect, even at night like this. The fairy lights strung along the terrace glowed, and a Sinners Do It Better album played from the stereo inside to filter out to where I relaxed.

“Meow,” Catsper called, staring down at me from where his ethereal body perched on my head.

I smiled and reached up to poke his nose, my finger meeting resistance where the little transparent black tip was. “Where have you been today? Haunting the dog downstairs again?”

The black cat almost seemed to smile at that as he hopped off my head to curl up by my feet.