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Maybe someday we can become more. Or maybe we’ll never get the chance.

“This is all I can give you.” He hums against my neck, rocking his thumb back and forth over my clit. “Fuck my fingers. Show me how you’d ride me if I let you.”

“Marcus.”

“Mm-hmm.” He tightens his grip on my throat. “Say my name again, Luna. Let me hear you.”

My nails rake the back of his neck as I pull him closer, chasing the pressure that’s starting to build. I scratch at his skin, desperate to rip us open so we can connect. But the walls are so thick I can’t scale past them.

“Please, Marcus.” I bury my face in the side of his neck, gripping the front of his cut as I ride his hand. “Please don’t stop touching me.”

One hand grabs my hip as he grinds me against him. His fingers sink deeper, and when he curls them, my vision darkens.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” Ghost takes control of my body, forcing me to accept him deeper.

“Right there,” I moan.

It’s like he can read exactly what I need—exactly what I like. We’ve never been intimate, but somehow, he just knows.

His hard cock rubs against me as I ride his hand, but he refuses to break. He submits himself to this torture as he pleasures me.

“Take what you need from me. Let me feel that perfect pussy work for it.”

I wrap my arms around Ghost’s shoulders and grind against his hand, chasing my release. I ignore the distance and hug my body to him, imagining he’s giving me more than this. His thumb rocks over my clit, and my body buzzes as I come harder than I have in my life.

My soul hovers and Ghost claims it.

I’m floating outside my body as I shake, and he forces me to ride out every pulse of my climax.

Planting my hands on his chest, I pull back to look at him. I’m sure I’m a mess with how unapologetically I just used him, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

His pale eyes burn up as he slips his fingers out. But when I try to lean in and steal a kiss, he grabs me by the throat again.

Slicking his fingers down my neck, he leans in to lick my throat. To get a taste of what he won’t let himself have.

So close.

Yet, always so far.

“You’re beautiful, Luna.” His lips brush my collarbone, teasing me. “But I can’t have you any more than this.”

I meet his eyes, and I can’t help but tell him the truth. “Too bad you already do.”

14

Ghost

Mistakes have been made.

Ones that have been easy to resist up to this point because enjoying a woman isn’t worth what I’ll cause them if they stick around too long.

But then in walked Luna Cassidy.

A girl who is every wet dream come to life. Brilliant. Beautiful.

She’s a ray of light, and I’m the black hole drinking her down like she can cast sunshine into the darkness.

What I wouldn’t give to get one taste of her. One kiss. If it wasn’t just my soul on the line, nothing could have stopped me from giving in.

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