Page 24 of He Who Haunts Me


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I withdrew and moved over her, dripping her release down her body. My hand circled her throat, squeezing until I could just barely feel the blood pumping through her veins.

“Do you have any idea,” I murmured as I pressed the tip of my cock against her. “How badly I want to be inside you right now? How reckless I want to be with you?”

“G-ghost, please.” She jerked her hands again.

I caved to the desire just enough, only letting a couple of inches inside bare. A shudder shook through my core as she groaned for more contact.

“Is your–” she started breathlessly, but I interrupted her question.

“One day,” I warned as I pulled her closer. “I will take you and mark you as mine.” I dropped her head and snatched the condom from my dresser stand. I let her writhe as fear coursed through her. Her chest rose erratically while she waited for me to come back. Her senses were heightened with the blindfold.

All the little noises were louder with anticipation.

I gripped the headboard and leaned down, kissing her nose. Her mouth parted on a sweet sigh, and I gently pushed into her center. A week away from her embrace was far too long. Fighting and losing to the urge to touch her every time we saw each other was unbearable.

Her legs slipped over my hips and her heels found purchase in my lower back. She was desperate for touch.

I started slowly with her again, knowing she loved the attention and appreciation. There was no point to come in like a jackhammer right out of the gate. She deserved more affection than a reckless, haphazard fucking.

She tightened around me as she pulled at the cuffs harder.

“Again, Bexley.” I held her shoulder to pin her in place. “I wanna see you come undone because of me.” I wanted to take the blindfold off and see how her irises melted in rapture.

“I want to touch you, please,” she begged as she deepened the red marks on her wrists. I had planned to keep her restrained a little longer, but I wanted the contact just as much.

I flipped the hook open, and when her hands fell, they immediately found my chest. Her fingers left goosebumps on my flesh. I held myself inside her, pushing against her, knowing there was no way to go deeper. Her scream was loud, but the music downstairs drowned out any echoes to the second floor. I pressed a hand over her stomach where I could see my cock swell her belly.

Those light touches turned into crescent indents as she marked my chest and shoulders. She was shaking as she rocked her hips as best as she could.

“My Little Swallow has talons.” I laughed before giving her what she wanted. As much as it hurt, the bite of her fingers gave a delicious spike of pleasure that warmed me. Despite the dulling effect of the condom, I wasn’t going to last with the way Bex broke beneath me.

I was putty between her fingers.

There was a sheen of sweat across her chest as she reddened. Her throat was taut, and breathy gasps moved past her lips.

Her core tightened again, and with this one, I would come with her.

“Ah,” I groaned, dropping my head back. Her hand grabbed the side of my neck, and all five nails dug into my skin as she dragged them down to my chest. “Fuck, Bex.”

I pinned her harder, picking her hips up and driving her into the mattress even farther.One.I held my weight over her as I nuzzled into the side of her neck.More.There was another gush following her cry, and I came on a prayer and right…into a fucking condom.

I hate this fucking thing.

Her body relaxed, and I smiled against her throat as her first action was to snuggle into me.

“G,” she murmured. On the inside, I laughed at how close that initial was to the actual nickname I went by. “What if I don’t want to play this game anymore?” she whispered in a soft sigh.

I didn’t respond, not because I couldn’t, but I knew there was more bouncing around in her mind. I pulled out of her.

“What I’m wondering is, if I know you and you obviously know me, then we’re friends, right?” Her hands drifted down my forearm, her fingertips the softest touch I’d ever felt. I traced her fingers as she grazed my waist. I disposed of the condom and rested beside her. The mattress dipped, tipping her toward me. I felt the wonder behind the blindfold.

“I mean, I like you in reality, right?”I’d fucking say so; you only ask me to run interference with you and every man we know.

“I’d hope so,” I offered instead. I ran my thumb under the bottom edge of the blindfold. I wanted to give her so much more. “Let me clean you up; Mari won’t be a minute late rescuing you.” I kissed her forehead as she laughed and started gathering her a fresh set of clothing.

We really should ditch the suit next week.

We held each other for another half hour before Mari’s knock came across the wooden door. Bex squeezed me tighter, a feeling mirrored in myself as well.

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