Page 47 of Ghost Girl

‘You must release your concepts of mortality, ghost girl. They are irrelevant to you now.’

‘I disagree.’

‘You can disagree as much you want, it doesn’t change the facts. You are not beholden to mortal concepts such as time, and you would do well to remember that.’

Generally, I knew he was correct, but he didn’t know that I had goals that needed to be accomplished before Blake died. Iwasbeholden to the mortal concept of time, because I was dealing with a mortal. His refusal to listen just made me want to punch him in the throat, and I glowered at him as I rose from the ground.

I was momentarily distracted by the sensation of a stone digging into the sole of my foot, yet the physical bite of pain contrasted oddly with the weightlessness I still felt as gravity completely disregarded me. But I shook it off to focus back on the bigger problem at hand.

‘What do you want, Mortimer?’ I asked him, skipping the small talk and in favour of getting to the point. He had been circling me like a shark in the water for too long for me to believe he didn’t have some sort of vested interest in me. What concerned me was that I had no clue what that interest was, or why.

He hesitated, seemingly taken aback by my question. ‘What do I want?’

‘Yes…’ I drew the word out, uncertainly. ‘You clearly want something from me, since you’ve been stalking me. What do you want?’

‘I…’ he paused, and I took pleasure in the fact that I had made him speechless. ‘It doesn’t matter. I’ve already got it.’

‘Then why are you still here?’

My question set something off in him, something dark and dangerous. The change was sudden and swift, and he looming over me again in the blink of an eye. His expression was closed off, the only sign of his anger was the flash in his blackened eyes. The shadows swirling around him were even more active, like they were reacting to his negative mood and were ready and eager to lash out at his command. Or perhaps they would act on their own. I didn’t know how they worked, but they emanated a malicious intent that had me stumbling backwards away from them.

‘Scared, ghost girl?’ he taunted, a wicked smirk tilting up one side of his mouth.

‘Should I be?’ I asked, putting on an air of false bravado that I hoped would fool him. It didn’t.

‘Yes, ghost girl. You should be afraid.’

‘And why is that?’ I asked, proud that there was no shake in my voice to betray the fear I felt pulsing through me.

He drifted closer, close enough that he was only a breath away. His nose brushed against mine as he licked his lips, his tongue lashing against my lips by accident. His eyes flashed again, this time in excitement, and it took every ounce of willpower to stay where I was. I refused to let him to intimidate me into submission. I would never allow another man that much power over me again.

‘You are still weak, ghost girl. You cannot overpower me.’

His words sparked a challenge, one I was more than willing to meet head-on, even if I did not yet understand the rules. ‘Why would I try to overpower you, Mortimer?’ I whispered against his lips, the thrill of being so close settling deep in my core. If I had been alive, I would have been dripping.

Except, when I shifted my legs in the familiar action meant to ease the ache between them, my inner thighs were slick. Iwasdripping. Holy shit.

I knew I should have been shocked at my reaction to him, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. All I could focus on were his lips so close to mine, his breath cool and fresh against my face, and instead of body heat he emanated a frigid chill that was somehow even more alluring. I could imagine how it would feel against my skin, a bite of pain to counter the pleasure I could see in his gaze.

And I wanted it.

I didn’t think. I didn’t question myself, or my actions. I just acted.

My lips pressed firmly against his in a furious kiss that he met with just as much force. My hands rose to stroke my fingers through silky hair, which I then fisted to keep him firmly in place. The last thing I wanted was for him to break away. This was the first time I had felt anything so strongly since death, and I wasn’t ready to let it go just yet.

Neither was he, it seemed, because he matched my fervour with his own. His arms wrapped around me, pulling our bodies flush together so he could rub his heavy erection against my stomach. His leg wedged between mine, giving me the friction I needed to start chasing my pleasure as we ground against one another like two horny teenagers.

When his hands drifted lower to grasp my ass and control the motion and pressure of my thrusts, I growled into his mouth. The sound only spurred him on, and he was suddenly pushing me backwards, knocking my feet out from under me so he could lower me to the ground. His weight was both there and not as he pressed against me, the odd feeling foreign and difficult to wrap my head around, but I soon lost all thoughts beyond the pleasure as he ground his hips into mine, his cock thick and heavy against my core. There were clothes between us, but they didn’t seem to be in the way. If anything, they only added to the sensations that were driving me wild.

A moment later, they were gone, disappearing into the aether like they had never existed in the first place, and the thought briefly struck that perhaps they hadn’t. All I knew now, though, was the feel of Mortimer’s skin against mine as the shadows parted fully for the first time since we’d met.

And fuck, he was beautiful. Hard lines, lean muscles, pale skin. He looked like he was carved straight out of marble, and I was so fucking here for it.

‘More,’ I snarled in his face. ‘I need more.’

‘Greedy little ghost girl,’ he chuckled, but he was just as lost in this as I was. Whateverthiswas.

‘I need to be inside you,’ he growled, and I lifted my hips in response, eager for the same.

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