Page 34 of Vows & Violence
I sit down next to him. Close, but not touching. If he needs space, I’ll give him space. If he needs blood, I’ll give him that too.
“I read every line of that file,” Ghost finally says. “And all I could think was, what if I’m not me anymore?”
I turn my head. “You are.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Yes, I do.”
“I could have killed you last night.”
“You didn’t.”
He flinches, looking away like the truth cuts deeper than a lie.
“I felt something,” he says, quieter now. “Last night, when I grabbed you. I was outside myself. Watching. Powerless. And it wasfamiliar. Like a habit I forgot I had. That scared me more than anything else ever has.”
I reach for his hand, slow and careful. “Then let me be the thing that breaks the habit.”
He finally looks at me. Eyes haunted, but alive. “You still believe I’m worth saving?”
“You think I’d be here if I didn’t?”
“I don’t want to hurt you again.”
“You won’t.”
“You can’t promise that.”
I squeeze his hand. “Then I’ll make another promise.” Ghost waits. “I’m not giving you up. I don’t care what they did to you. What they triggered. What they made you believe. You’re mine, Ghost. Not theirs.”
He leans his forehead against mine. His voice breaks when he says it. “What if I can’t come back next time?”
“Then I’ll come find you,” I whisper. “Even if I have to tear their world apart to do it.”
His lips brush my cheek. His breath is uneven. But his grip on me is solid. His hot breath fans across my lips, and I kiss Ghost with everything I have. I pour all of my love and fear of losing him into our kiss.
Ghost pulls back slightly to remove my t-shirt and bra. He licks and nibbles until he’s at the valley of my breasts. I hold his head in place while he breathes me in. I release his head andstand up, shimmying off my jeans and panties while toeing off my boots.
Ghost removes his jeans and tears his shirt over his head, dropping it behind us. Then he gently pushes me until my back meets the bed. He hovers over me with a desperation and hunger in his dark eyes.
I widen my legs, making room for his body. Ghost’s chest brushes against mine, and a groan escapes my lips. His long, thick length is hot against my center.
“I need you.” I plead. I don’t care how desperate it makes me sound. I need DeanGhostMercer.
“You have me.” Dean leans down and kisses me.
We’re all tongue and teeth as he deepens our kiss and surges inside of me. Pleasure wraps around my body like a cocoon. Dean pulls back and snaps his hips forward, driving himself as deep as my body will allow.
“Fuck.” I groan when he does it again and again.
“I’m not going to last long.” Dean clenches his teeth together. “You feel too damn good.”
I wrap my legs around his waist and buck my hips when he pushes forward again. I flip us over so I’m on top and he’s on the bottom.
“Shit.” Dean hisses through clenched teeth.
This position drives him deeper into me. I sit up and shift my hips. I know I’m not going to last long either. With our bodies in sync, and Dean’s hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, we both reach our peak together and fall over the edge.
