Page 39 of Falling for Famine
Wiping my mouth and chin, I started to get to my feet, but I was suddenly facing the island, my legs spread and my hands planted on the surface with my supernatural hottie behind me. The zipper of my dress was dragged down until the fabric came loose and hung off me. I was yanked into Ghost’s taut chest, my body pinned against his, while his firm arm locked around my breasts.
“Ghost,” I gasped.
His hand shifted and stroked across my chest as the thin straps of my dress were pulled off one at a time. He stayed deadly quiet, not even a breath to give him away, and his taut body pushed into mine with every movement.
He was hard again.
I swallowed a moan of appreciation. It made me so wet to think this quiet beast was as into me as I was him. That I could make him want me the same way I wanted him.
I stole a glance at his face, and his fierce red eyes met mine, a fiery promise in their depths. Bending his head, he captured my mouth in a violent kiss. I opened to him, already too far gone to care how needy I sounded as I whimpered into his mouth. Since meeting Ghost, I’d made a whole lot of sounds I’d rather not repeat but always somehow did.
With another yank, my dress dropped and pooled around my feet. Leaving my mouth, he trailed his lips along the curve of my throat, nipping and sucking, while his hands stroked across my breasts and teased my nipples to hard points. I melted under the ferocity of his touch, taken hostage and absolutely loving every bit of it.
Until I realized belatedly we were still in the kitchen in pure daylight, only a mile from the coast. The sun beamed through every part of the room, windows littering each wall like they’d aimed for a glass house. All the light was a testament to how easily we could be seen.
Swallowing hard, I peered around, feeling uncomfortably exposed. “Maybe we should—”
Ghost turned my head and kissed me hard enough to bruise. Then I was forced to lean forward, my boobs smooshed against the cool surface of the island.
“Don’t make me wait, little wisp.” It was practically a growl in my ear, and I made a noise between a whimper and a moan in reply.
What girl could say no after that? Voyeurs be damned. I’d let him fuck me in a room full of people if he growled like that again.
I sunk my teeth into my lower lip and bent my head forward in submission. He didn’t wait long. His cock slammed into me a second later, stealing what little breath remained in my lungs. I raked my nails over the glossy surface of the counter, heat bursting inside my hips.
Ghost’s fingers slid between mine and pinned my hands under his before he withdrew and punched forward again. Pleasure ripped through me, so incredibly good I didn’t have any hope of staying quiet.
His groan was next to my ear. “You were made for this.” The guttural note to his voice was the thing of fantasy. “Made for me.”
Had he not slammed into me several times after that, making words and thought impossible, I might’ve found the headspace to ask him what he meant. My romance girl brain wanted those words to be a declaration despite knowing people said a lot of things they didn’t exactly mean in the throes of sex.
But I got lost in the pleasure. Pinned the way I was, I could only moan and let him have his way. Not that I minded. I didn’t think it could get better than our first time, which had been better than any sex I’d ever had. But he’d upped the ante. I was goo under him, cresting from one orgasm to the next, endlessly on a wave of pleasure.
By the third climax, I was shuddering with the overstimulated impact. My insides were sensitive, my body putty in his hands, and my head lost in a lustful daze. Yet, he continued to thrust.
I whimpered and shook under him, and after another few loud slaps, he sunk his teeth into my shoulder and hip-locked us. He came hard enough for me to feel every bit of it.
And it was pure erotic bliss.
Slowly, he released me, but I stayed where I was out of fear I’d crumble to the floor the minute I tried to stand up. Ghost didn’t let me stay there long. He swept me up into his arms and walked us back to the bedroom.
“But breakfast…”
His brief, heart-stopping smile silenced my complaint before I could make it. “Don’t worry. I’ll feed you in bed.”
Oh my god, this guy was a walking PNR fantasy. I didn’t stand a chance against him. I’d let him do whatever he wanted if he kept looking at me like that.
We hadn’t left the bed for a whole day. True to his word, Ghost fed me the French Toast I’d made. Not one to be outdone, I, in turn, fed him his. But that wasn’t the only thing my Ghost liked to eat. When he wasn’t putting his massive dick in me, he had his head between my thighs, attempting to murder me with orgasms.
Ghost hadn’t struck me as the insatiable type. I never imagined I’d be spending an entire day having sex with him, exploring each other’s bodies until I knew his better than mine, and visa versa. Locked in a pleasurable torture only fiction could replicate. It was actual insanity.
I nearly forgot about how I had a world of supernatural creatures out to kill me. Ghost made all my worries fade away.
Oh, and my fear about him getting better to the point of genuinely worrying that I’d never want to do anything else? It came true. I wasn’t sure if it was a supernatural dude thing, but he was a damn magician between the sheets. He found spots I hadn’t been aware existed. He gave me pleasure I hadn’t known I’d been missing all my life. Truth was, if I died after this, I’d die happily satisfied.
I woke to light coming through a nearby window, marking a new day. The firm body under mine shifted, and I lifted my head to catch sight of the gorgeous monster who’d destroyed me for human men everywhere.
“Morning,” I murmured, smiling.
