Page 59 of Cosmic Soul

“I intend to, Speedy, but we haven’t been together long.”

He grinned.

“What?”

“At least you didn’t hide it from me for very long, then.”

I scoffed. The truth would have remained hidden for much longer if I wasn’t as obvious with my affections. Caleb laughed, and I whipped toward him as my soul throbbed in my chest. How could I be anything but obvious when Caleb had claimed me so wholly?

The stretch of purple sand, which resembled the color of grapes, was a surprise. The water was darker blue than what was found on Earth, and the looming waves would make even the most skilled surfer balk. I liked it, though. The same peace I had at the beach on Earth wrapped around me here. The ocean was the ocean apparently—it soothed my soul.

My head tilted back as the wind rushed over the shoreline, making the black fan leaves rustle, but it didn’t touch me. I could pretend. Why not? I was a ghost; I was allowed perks, even imagined ones.

Feet crushed on the sand moments before Fyn appeared. He was a perk after all—the best one. His tail swiped my leg, and his lips quirked. I wondered what he felt. I honestly had no idea. Iassumed cold from the amount of shivers I created when I ran through a crowd.

“Serlotminden knows about us,” he said.

“Is that a problem?” God, everyone was going to think he was insane. He was dating a ghost. My poor boyfriend.

“No. He and Pest are both supportive.”

Well, his family was nicer than mine. If I had told my family I was dating a ghost, I would’ve been admitted to a hospital. Though, to be fair, my family didn’t believe in ghosts or the ability to see them like Fyn’s family did, so it really was like comparing apples and oranges, or more like apples and rocks.

“I’m glad they weren’t upset.”

His long white hair ruffled in the breeze, flaring out behind him. The moisture in the air clung to his scales, making them extra shiny. Fyn glanced down at me, and I went on my toes, making his lips open as his breathing increased and his tail wiggled.

“Is your hair soft?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“What does it feel like?”

“I don’t know how to describe it or how your skin would perceive the texture.”

“Hmm.” My fingers traced along his chest, and his breathing sped up even more to the point his chest heaved. A smirk quirked my lips at his reactions. Never in my life had I possessed such power over a person. Shit, it was a heady feeling. “Try.”

“My hair is soft, like,” a deep snarl that I was fairly certain waslukniskil, “silk. It would slide through your fingers with ease, like water.”

“That sounds nice. I would run my fingers through your hair and scratch your scalp,” I said, continuing to explore his chest. “What about your scales?”

“Smooth,” he choked out.

“Can I feel the ridges around them?”

“Yes,” Fyn replied.

“Is your tail smoother than the rest of your body?” I asked. The scales were more tightly interlocked on the prehensile appendage, not allowing me to see any of the slips of color.

“Yes, very smooth and very sensitive.”

“Is it?” I muttered, sliding my fingers down his taut stomach.

With each question I asked, the tighter his voice got. I pressed as close to him as possible without actually touching him. “I would drag my nails over your scales before kissing every part of you. I would lick you until you were crying out for me. Then I would ride your cock until we were both sated and shaking.”

Fyn swallowed as his cock visibly stiffened in his pants. His wings escaped from the slits in his shirt and encased me, shielding us from sight. “Caleb.”

I fought a grin as I relished the power I had to make him so turned on, in front of anyone who cared to look.

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