Page 105 of Lost to the Woods

The air feels different. My body aches the same way it always does, but something inside me has shifted. There’s a sharpness under the exhaustion. A pulse. A determination I haven’t felt in weeks.

The door creaks open, and Ghost steps inside, his heavy boots thudding against the floor. I lift my head from the mattress, blinking up at him with what I hope are doe-eyed innocence and longing.

He’s wearing a pair of dark jeans and a hoodie, but no mask. He never wore it again after that night when Mark was here. When he killed him.

I haven’t forgotten. I haven’t forgiven.

Yet, I still get butterflies in my stomach every time I look at this monster.

“I missed you,” I murmur, stretching just enough to make my body arch, my bare skin pressing into the mattress beneath me.

Ghost exhales through his nose, a rough sound, but I see the way his fingers twitch at his sides. He wants to touch me. He always does.

“Aww, is my girl trying to earn a reward, being so sweet today?” he murmurs, but there’s no real suspicion in his voice—just that dark, possessive warmth that makes my stomach tighten.

“I just wanna be close to you.” My bottom lip quivers. “Come hold me. Only for a little while.”

His jaw tightens, those dark eyes flickering, and I see the war inside him. He knows he shouldn’t. But he’s tempted.

I press my thighs together, shifting my weight with a delicate, helpless moan. “Please, Daddy? I need you.”

That does it.

I see the moment he caves, the way his shoulders relax just a fraction before he steps into the cage, lowering himself onto the mattress beside me.

I don’t give him time to second-guess it. Once he’s within reach, I curl into him. His arms wrap around me automatically, pulling me tighter, and I let out a soft, contented sigh.

“Love you,” I whisper, nuzzling into the hard plane of his chest, inhaling the scent of leather and musk and him.

His grip tightens. “Fuck, Bunny.” His voice is rough and strained.

I tilt my head up, lips parted, eyes wide. “I mean it.”

He groans, fingers tangling in my hair, and then his mouth crashes down on mine.

The kiss is hot, hungry, all tongue and desperate, bruising pressure. I moan into him, arching my back to get closer, my hands sliding up his chest to fist in his hair. He growls, flipping me onto my back, his body heavy and warm on top of mine.

I whimper, but it’s not fear—it’s lust, crazy and obsessive. I let him feel it, let him hear it, my legs wrapping around his waist as I grind up against him.

“Touch me,” I gasp when his lips leave mine to trail down my throat. “Please, my body’s burning for you.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

His hands are everywhere—squeezing my ass, massaging my thighs, kneading my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples until they’re tight and aching. I writhe beneath him, panting, my fingers tugging at his hoodie until he finally pulls back just enough to yank it over his head.

I take the chance to admire him—the tattoos winding over his shoulders, the hard lines of his abs, the way his muscles flex as he moves over me. He’s beautiful like this, all raw power and barely leashed control.

His mouth lowers onto my breast, his tongue swirling around my nipple before he sucks hard.

I cry out, my back bowing off the mattress. “My pussy…” I whimper, “Oh, please, play with my pussy.”

His fingers dip lower, teasing between my thighs, stroking over my wetness. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growls against my skin, his fingers circling my clit, torturing me. “You love this, don’t you? Love being my good girl.”

“Yes,” I whimper, my hips rocking against his hand. “Yes, Daddy.”

He chuckles, dark and pleased, before suddenly yanking me up, flipping me over so I’m straddling his chest. I barely have time to brace myself before he drags me directly over his mouth and his tongue is on me, licking a hot stripe through my slit.

I moan, my fingers tangling in his hair as his tongue fucks into me, the metal of his piercing dragging deliciously against my walls. He’s good at this—too good—and I’m already trembling, my thighs shaking around his head.

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