branded (phantoms mc #2)

thirty-one: in which she mentions her slip-up

"I'm gonna love you, I'm gonna tear into your soul" –Cameron Grey, I Want It All

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Ghost stepped away from my hands with a laugh, pissing me off.

He pulled his T-shirt over his head impossibly slowly, clearly enjoying taunting me.

"Prick," I said, but I could feel a smile twitching at my lips. "This is how you wanna play it?"

He closed the gap between us, looking down at me with darkened eyes. "Who said we're playing?" He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me, hard. His lips moved to my cheek, trailing open-mouthed kissed to my jawline, to the side of my neck, and then back to my mouth, where his tongue found mine.

My hands scrabbled at his hair, sliding down to the muscles of his arms, and then the planes of his inked chest. God, he felt incredible. Ghost's hands were on me; burning across my skin, making the fine hairs on my arms stand up. He picked me up again like I weighed air, laying me down on the bed like I was incredibly fragile. I propped myself up slightly on my elbows, watching him pull his jeans and boxers down in one go. He straightened up, wrapping one hand around his thick erection, those stormy eyes of his never leaving mine.

My breath caught in my throat.

How many times had I seen this man completely naked? Countless. Yet, each time, I was struck by how fucking divine he was. Pure poetry. Pure art.

"You wanna take a picture?" Ghost asked, a cocky smirk on his face.

"You don't think I already have?" I countered, my hands traveling to the throbbing place between my legs. "Don't worry. All your nudes are safe with me."

"What?" Ghost shook his head, biting his bottom lip.

"Come here," I told him, and he did.

The weight of his body as he pressed himself to me, the heat of his skin against mine... I could've stayed like that with him forever, reveling in the simple skin-to-skin contact. He had braced his arms on either side of my head, and he leaned down and nuzzled his nose into the crook of my neck, inhaling me loudly before letting out a sigh. I brought a hand up to his face, my fingers stroking the stubble dotting his cheek.

Yeah, this was nice, but I wanted him inside of me. It was no easy feat, but I rolled us over, putting Ghost on his back. He looked up at me like he didn't understand what had just happened. I was straddling him, feeling his erection pressing against my inner thigh, just waiting, waiting to be let inside.

Ghost's hands cupped my ass. "You're a fucking goddess, do you know that?"

Pure adoration. That was what was in his eyes. Adoration you don't deserve, I thought, but I shook the ugly words out of my head.

"It's true, Catalina," Ghost murmured, assuming my head-shake meant that I disagreed with him. "I want to worship you for the rest of my life."

I leaned forward, my voice in his ear more casual than I felt inside. "How about we settle for right now first?"

I took him in my hand, stroking him, dragging a groan from his beautiful mouth. I stroked him against me, between the folds of my wetness, torturing myself in the process, too. When I finally guided him into me, lowering myself onto him slowly, painfully slowly, we made that same noise together. I bit down on my lip, stifling yet another noise that threatened to escape at the feel of his cock stretching me, filling me in a way that I knew no one ever could. He was what my body was made to accept, to take like a fucking champ. He was mine.