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GHOST
Igrip her face tighter, walking her toward one of the few unadorned bits of wall. She grabs my stomach awkwardly with her bound arms, fingers winding with my jacket in a desperation I answer with more fevered kisses. I’ve never kissed someone I’ve tied, and it’s quite an experience. The feral need this woman brings out in me is dangerous, but when her back hits the wall, and her air leaves in a rush, I snap back to awareness.
We break with trembling breaths, mouths barely apart, bodies mashed together.
“I love kissing you,” she whispers, lips brushing mine. “You’re so good at it.”
A shiver wracks my spine, a whip of pleasure exploding in my chest again, just like when she complimented me before.
She’s unlocking something I never knew about myself. I evidently relish in her praise. Weakness? Blessing? Too early to tell, I think.
“It helps,” I swallow, fighting to rein myself in, “that your mouth is positively delicious.” I bite her bottom lip, giving it a slight tug, and she moans in response, still trying to get a handle on any part of me.
I lean back a bit and glance down. “I can undo this now, if you’d like.”
“No,” she almost shouts it, like the very idea offends her.
I raise my brows in sheer surprise, and she blushes, lifting her shoulders.
“It’s just, you did it. And I like, uh, I feel safe.”
I gaze at her in wonder and wordlessly hold out my palm.
She settles her linked fingers on it with a slight pout, and I slowly unwind the loop.
“Safety with my methods is the one thing I can promise you. As I said before—”
“N-no, I didn’t mean that way. I meant you. I feel safe with you.”
My brows pinch, turmoil burning a hole in my heart.
“I’m not safe. But…I will be your lighthouse in this storm, your anchor in the swelling waves. No matter how many threats come,” I unwrap her slowly, holding her gaze, “and there will be many, Lucy. Because that’s all I have to offer you. Danger and death in one hand.” I let the rope slip off her skin and pool on the floor between us, running my fingers over her wrists and up her fingers. “Pleasure and…adoration in the other.”
Her chest rises and falls faster as she searches my face, not making any attempt to flee or move closer. She is an absolute picture of internal panic, and the way the lights reflect off her skin, sparkling in her eye… I’m inspired again. Lucy is art.
With a slow inhale, I hook my index finger under her collar and tug her closer. “Don’t be afraid, Firefly. I will do, and give, everything to protect you for as long as you share this life with me.”
“I’m only afraid of losing you,” she says, pushing up on her toes and kissing me while she wraps her arms around my neck.
I barely have time to settle into her rhythm when she pushes back and pins me in place with her stare.
She’s clearly over thinking, and that won’t do.
I snap, and she jolts, closing her eyes quickly in obvious relief.
“What is it?”
“The gun. Where is the tat gun?”
I grab her chin, and she blinks rapidly, focusing back on me again. “Eustice’s office. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
No hesitation. No pause. Nothing but absolute resolve. I must have been a true saint in my previous life to be gifted with her.
Linking our fingers, I tug her along behind me at a clipped pace, back through the door and straight to the metal cabinet just inside.
I turn and point at the green leather office chair. “Sit.”
