Page 57 of A Ballad of Phantoms and Hope
I look down at her, moaning and coming undone beneath me, eyes rolling to the back of her head as I pump into her. I’ve never witnessed anything so beautiful. So lithe and lovely and meant entirely for me.
I let my chest fall to hers, greedy for the skin contact and the taste of her lips, her tongue. I push my hips until I’m flush with hers and I’m sheathed inside her completely. Her fingernails dig into my skin and fire spreads through my veins.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” I whisper into her mouth, and she laughs against my lips. Urgent kisses between our words.
“Show me those unspeakable things you had in mind.” Her voice is liquid and injects me with dark, lustful thoughts.
I grind my hips against hers and she screams out, arching her back again as I fill her up completely. “Are you sure?” I say in a low, dangerous tone.
She nods and bucks her hips like she no longer controls her own body.
I grin mischievously and withdraw from her, pulling her to the edge of the bed where the standing mirror against the wall reveals the two of us, naked and slick with sweat.
“Oh.”She breathes out and I watch her swallow nervously.
I offer my hand for her to stand and she takes it, rising smoothly as I sit on the edge. “Turn around and face the mirror. I want you to watch me fuck you.”
Ophelia obeys me and faces the mirror, pushing her back against my chest as she slowly lowers herself onto my cock. I guide her hips with my hands wrapped around her lower thighs until I’m completely inside her.
I groan, wrapping my arms around her torso, cupping one of her breasts as I reach down to her clit with my other hand. My eyes lift to the mirror, where I see the two of us connected. A fresh wave of pleasure thrums through me as Ophelia’s half-lidded eyes watch my every movement. She bites her lip and squirms in my arms.
“Oh my God,” she says as if in a trance, letting her head fall back on my shoulder as I start grinding my hips into her.
My hand slides up her throat and to her chin, focusing her attention back on the mirror. “You have to watch. I want you to see yourself come undone.”
The words come naturally to me and I’m both horrified and curious at where these lewd thoughts derived. All I know is that this woman drives me to insanity.
I lower my lips to her shoulder and watch as my thrusts become her undoing. Her orgasm hits its peak as I buck my hips one last time and our bodies tremble together as we climax. She shudders and goes limp in my arms as my dick throbs inside her with my release.
Exhausted, I fall back into the sheets, holding her securely in my arms and adorning her cheek with kisses.
“I really like you, Lanston,” she whispers, like it’s a forbidden thing to say.
I smile and brush her hair back away from her face. “Ireallylike you too, Ophelia.”So much more than like you, I want to say, but I won’t press her.
She looks dreary in the dim light of the yacht’s bedroom. The shades are pulled, making it seem like night is upon us. Perhaps it is; I’ve lost track of the time. She does that to me. Steals things as fickle as time.
We roll to our sides to face each other, and I admire her brown-green speckled eyes. She watches me in silence as I watch her. My soul feels naked beneath her gaze.
“What are you thinking about?” I whisper. The words hang between us and settle into the sheets.
She studies me a few moments more, then blinks slowly.
Ophelia sits up and leans over me. Her waist is warm against mine as she reaches below the nightstand and pulls out a cream-colored letter. The envelope is wrapped closed with twine, and a single dried red rose is tied down to it, thorns jutting out between the threads.
My chest grows heavy and I take a moment before saying anything. She sits back on her haunches, naked and bare to me, like a goddess of the sea. Her long hair covers her breasts as she stares down at the letter with a pained frown.
“I’ll read it outside,” I say softly. She looks up at me, more tired than I think I’ve seen her. Darkness collects beneath her eyes and I wish I could take all these demons from her. Maybe one day I can.
She nods with a small smile and holds the letter out to me—trusting me to get to know the parts she doesn’t show anyone.
I wait until she falls asleep. Nestled in the bed, worn out from our mischief.
By the time I reach the sun deck, it’s pouring rain. The darkness of the clouds bruises the sky, making the sea angry and drawing out large swells of waves.
If I weren’t already a phantom, I’d be terrified. The ocean has always frightened me. It swallows anyone whole, never to be seen again or found.
I sit at the end of a lounging chair that barely borders the edge of the canopy shielding against the rain. Water flicks up against my shins and the cold droplets ground me in this moment while the sky weeps.
