Page 37 of Ghoul Me, Maybe
We fall onto the rug in a tangle. She arches as I lick the salt from her collarbone, cursing when my teeth graze her nipple through thin cotton. I savor the way her clever mouth goes stupid, the broken syllables as I peel her jeans down her thighs.
Her laughter scorches my ear. “You’ve done this before, Captain.”
“Died before too.” I press her palm over my chest where a heart hasn’t beat in 150 years. “Feel that?”
Her thumb brushes a nipple. “Solid enough.”
She gasps when I slide two fingers into her, her cunt slick and searing. Her heel digs into my back. “More pirate than ghost right now.”
“Both,” I growl, curling my fingers. “Always both.”
I pump my fingers into her, relishing what little heat I can feel. She's dripping wet, more and more as I continue. The look of divine pleasure on her face is something I haven't seen in so long, I almost snap to take her right then and there.
But I continue instead, insistent on watching her cum before I take my own pleasure.
"Elias…don't stop, Eli-!"
Her climax breaks like surf—a shudder, a cry swallowed by thunder. I kiss her through it, drunk on her taste. When she reaches for my cock, I still her hand. “Let me.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ve dreamed of this.” I push into her slowly, my voice fraying. “Of you. Ofthisheat.”
She rakes nails down my spine. “Fuck, Elias, you're amazing.”
The first thrust wrenches a groan from us both. Her pussy clenches like she’s trying to keep me anchored—to this body, this moment. I move with the rhythm of the storm outside, each roll of our hips echoing the thunder. She chases pleasure like a woman starved, biting my shoulder when I angle deeper.
“Look at me,” I demand.
Her eyes blaze. “Afraid I’ll disappear?”
“Never.” But I know she's scared I will.
She fists a hand in my hair, dragging my mouth to hers. The kiss turns raw, desperate. Her legs tighten around me. “Stay. Stay.Stay.”
Lightning cracks. The candles flare. Something beyond flesh unfolds between us—golden threads glowing beneath our skin, my soul weaving into hers with every thrust. She sees it too. Whimpers. Clings tighter.
“Elias—”
“I know.” I cradle her face, foreheads touching as our hips piston faster. “I feel it.”
Her climax rips through our joined bodies like cannon fire. I follow her over the edge, my shout lost in the howling dark. We collapse in a gasping heap, limbs entangled, the spectral threads still pulsing where our skin meets.
“So… ghost sex. That a frequent thing for you?”
I nip her earlobe. “You’d be the first to complain if it were.”
She snorts, but her fingers keep roaming. Claiming. “We’re fucked, aren’t we?”
“Thoroughly.” My hand slides down her spine. “Shall I demonstrate again?”
Thunder shakes the windowpanes.
I flip her onto her back, pinning wrists above her head. The firelight paints her golden, all tangled hair and swollen lips. “Persistent little thief.”
“Archaeologist,” she corrects, arching into me.
My laugh comes out ragged. “You’ve stolen my peace, my sanity—” I nip her jaw, tongue following the sting. “What else do you plunder tonight?”
