Page 62 of Carnival Stalker

I chuckle, my breath hot against her neck. “Liar,” I whisper before licking and nibbling on her sensitive skin. “You’re so wet for me. Your body can’t lie.”

I continue to move her up and down on my length, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge. The sensation is incredible, and I tighten my grip on her, unwilling to let her go.

“That’s it, baby,” I growl, my control slipping. “Come for me. Let me feel you fall apart around my cock.”

Her breath catches, and her body tenses, her inner walls clenching rhythmically as her orgasm washes over her. I feel her heat consume me, and with a few more powerful thrusts, I let go, groaning her name as I fill her with my release.

Collapsing back against the seat, I keep her pinned to me, my arms wrapped tightly around her. She turns her face away, maintaining the pretense of resistance even as I feel her body relaxing against mine.

“Admit it,” I whisper, my lips brushing her ear. “Admit that you loved it.”

Tilly hesitates, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “What if I don’t?” she asks, her voice playful. “Will you do it again?”

I growl, feeling my desire stirring once more. “You’re a naughty fairy,” I tell her, my hands roaming over her body possessively. “A greedy fairy. But I love you for it.”

She leans in and presses her lips to mine, her kiss full of passion and longing. “I love you too,” she whispers, pulling my mask up enough so my mouth is visible.

And just like that, we’re kissing, our bodies still intertwined, the connection between us as intense as ever. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, and I respond eagerly, my tongue tangling with hers.

The world around us fades away, and all that exists is this moment, this connection with Tilly. She breathed life into my soul, chasing away the darkness.

I’d spent so many years living in the shadows, my life consumed by obsession and loneliness. But now, with Tilly by my side, the sun has broken through, casting light on a future I never thought possible. She’s my savior, my light in the darkness, and I know I’ll do everything I can to protect her and keep her safe.

Our lips never break contact as I lift her off my lap and stand up, holding her tightly against me. I walk around the bumper car, placing her on the hood, and then I’m inside her again, our bodies moving in perfect sync.

The intensity builds as we kiss and touch, our hands exploring familiar territory with renewed fervor. I feel my control slipping as I thrust into my girl, her walls clenching around me, drawing me deeper.

I break away from her lips, burying my face in her neck, my breath hot against her skin. “You’re mine,” I growl, my voice thick with desire. “Only mine.”

Tilly moans, her nails digging into my back. “Yes,” she pants. “Yours, always.”

Her hands, which had been pushing against my chest, now find their way to my back, pulling me closer and encouraging me to take her deeper. “Yes,” she moans, her fake resistance melting away. “Take me, Ghost. Make me yours.”

And I do. With each thrust, I claim her as my own. The bumper car creaks beneath us, its movement adding to the intensity of our passion.

As our pleasure builds, I feel her walls tighten around me, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Come for me,” I growl, my voice demanding. “Come all over my cock.”

She obliges, her body shaking as she climaxes, her fake fear long forgotten. I follow soon after, my own release surging through me as I fill her with my essence.

I lean down, my forehead resting against hers as we both catch our breath. I know she can feel my heart racing beneath the mask, and I wonder if she can sense the depth of my obsession with her. Slowly, I remove the mask, revealing my true identity to her again.

She smiles, her eyes shining with a mix of satisfaction and love. “You sure know how to make Halloween memorable, Phoenix,” she says softly.

I pull her into my arms, holding her close as the reality of our life together sinks in. “And I intend to make every single one for the rest of your life just as memorable.”

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EXTENDED EPILOGUE

TILLY

Phoenix tucks himself back into his pants and then looks at me. “I’ve got a surprise for you, sweetheart.”

I arch a brow. “What kind of surprise?”

“I can’t tell you.” He offers me his hand. “Come on.”

I take Phoenix’s hand as he guides me through the carnival, intrigued by his surprise. As we approach the woods, I see a picnic blanket set up ahead, glowing jack-o’-lanterns dotting the area.

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