Page 63 of The Silence of Hell

“Yes. I am boarding on being illogical and wondering if Ronnie was his ghost, and we used to play together. But I don’t believe in ghosts, even with all this crap happening. I think there’s a logical solution to it,” I stated.

“If you’re not seeing the ghost of Aggie, what are you seeing?” Chatter challenged.

“Good question. I think somebody has images of her and is projecting them,” I replied.

Chatter shook his head. “That’s impossible. Slaughter has been over this Manor several times. If someone else had put cameras or projectors up, we’d have found them.”

“Would we? There’s a lot of hiding places in here,” I refuted.

“It’s not projections, Lavender. I don’t believe in paranormal stuff either, but I’ve seen evidence woo-woo shit does exist,” Chatter disagreed.

“This Aurora Victoria from Rage?”

“She’s the genuine thing. The bridge fall, the lava hitting Rapid City. She knew exactly when the war was coming. Klutz thinks Aurora Victoria also saw who died, but he’s too frightened to ask. Rage is protective of her,” Chatter explained.

“She really is for real?” I asked dubiously.

“No doubt in my head, and I don’t believe in mystical mumblings. But Aurora Victoria is beyond belief.”

“Gah. I need my mind to shut off,” I complained and threw my arm over my eyes in disgust.

“I know exactly how to distract you,” Chatter murmured and kissed me soundly.

Chapter Fourteen.

Lavender

Chatter’s lips were soft against mine as he cupped my face and kissed me. It began gently, but a spark ignited, and I pressed against him.

Chatter muttered something against my mouth as he held me tight to him. My hands slid up between us and explored the contours of his chest. Chatter was muscled and amazingly so. I was one lucky girl that he wanted me, and I knew it.

“Lavender, if you don’t want this, tell me to stop,” Chatter murmured, breaking our kiss.

“I want you,” I promised and sat up, pulling my tee off. Maybe not the sexiest thing, but I often slept in shorts and tees.

Chatter’s eyes widened as he took in my bare breasts. I hated wearing bras in bed. They tended to poke you in strange places.

Chatter’s hands moved of their own accord, and he cupped my boobs and slowly kneaded them. My nipples hardened under his ministrations, and I smiled as he hauled me naked on top of him. My pussy settled over his cock, which was straining against the loose shorts he was wearing. Chatter’s hands once more cupped my breasts, and he sat up to take a nipple in his mouth. His teeth grazed it, and I released a sharp cry.

My body tingled as he repeated his action, and his mouth moved, sucking on the globe of my breast and leaving little marks before going to my nipple again. He sucked on it hard, sending shivers down my spine, and I arched my back. Chatter broke off and applied the same to my other breast while his fingers teased the one he’d just left.

Chatter hauled me close and feasted on my skin. He nipped and sucked, making me shiver, and his feather-light touches set my body on fire. My pussy was soaking wet and little spasms rolled through me as its walls clenched. I was feeling sensations I’d never experienced before, and I wasn’t a virgin.

“If I do something you don’t like, tell me,” Chatter murmured. He slapped my breasts lightly, the slaps stung and made my nipples harder.

“I’ve got some clamps that would love these,” he said and twisted them slightly before sucking one back into his mouth. Chatter lavished attention on my chest even as I rocked against his rigid cock.

With a grin, Chatter lifted me up off him and laid me down. He jack-knifed between my thighs, forcing them wider. He placed my feet on his shoulders as he gazed at my pussy before he trailed a finger between my slick folds.

I cried out and tried to move, but my legs were trapped.

Chatter slid his tongue onto my hot flesh, and I grabbed the bed covers as his tongue stabbed inside me. His fingers held my folds open, and Chatter blew on my heat before sinking his tongue back in me.

He removed it and sucked on my clit, and my pussy exploded.

I mewed as emptiness flooded inside me. I needed Chatter’s cock and wanted it now. Chatter pulled away and took his shorts off before settling at my core. He pulled on a condom as he stroked my clit, spreading my juices.

“If you don’t like it, tell me,” he said. Chatter pulled my legs up over his shoulders, so I laid on my shoulders and head, and my pussy was angled towards him. Chatter slowly fed his cock into me, and I could only accept it. In this position, I was helpless, and Chatter knew it. But I felt safe. Chatter’s dick was huge and thick, and my walls had to stretch. My body squirmed, but Chatter held me firm as he finally slid full hilt into me.

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