Ghosts

Burning

Ghost's pov
Song inspo Golden Hour by JVKE

Continuation Of chapter Twenty-seven

Of course I wanted her, on the bed, against the wall, bent over the desk in the corner. I was always waiting for her and each time we reunited we couldn't ever keep any sort of distance between us. We were drawn to each other like moths to a flame.

We'd made love, fucked and something inbetween and I wanted all of it. But I was still hesitant. I was terrified of hurting her, terrified that at any point her mind would go back to that place like it had the first time we collided, the first time we kissed. I knew she was strong, she wouldn't deny what we both wanted but I hated the idea that I could risk losing her.

I couldn't do that again. After everything I'd experienced in my life, seeing fear in her eyes that was because of me would be the end of me, the last straw.

"Okay." I breathed as I moved to pull off my gloves, keeping close as I did.

"Okay." She echoed back as my hands moved to her hips, my fingertips slipping underneath to carefully dance over her skin.

She didn't kiss me yet, but closed her eyes as she leaned further into me, her hands releasing my shirt and sliding up my chest to loosely wrap around my shoulders instead.

We stayed there for a long moment, foreheads pressed together in silence, unmoving but content. It felt different and I knew then that we'd never be pulled away from each other. I couldn't let her go again after realizing the kind of peace she brought to my mind.

I kissed her then, my hands sliding around the front of her to remove her belt and push her pants down. I wasn't rushing, I just wanted to look at her.

She pulled away to help me, kicking off her pants to the side once they were around her ankles and pulling off her shirt and bra while I pulled my own shirt off.

"You have some new scars." She muttered as her hands returned to my chest, mapping the newer scars with her fingers. I had been more reckless after she left, less careful when it came to my own safety and some of the scars were a result of that.

"You have a lot of new tattoos." I said back as my eyes moved over her, one of her arms was covered in a full sleeve, the side of her ribcage where the brand was. I took her hand and made her spin for me, suspecting there was more. There was. I'd already burned the image of the katana down her spine into my brain from before but now the rest of her back was filled with different designs.

"It's not polite to stare." She teased once she was facing me once more. I pulled her close by her hips, hands sliding over her ass, giving it a squeeze before I moved farther down to the back of her thighs.

I easily picked her up and she didn't hesitate to wrap her legs around my waist, her arms returning around my shoulders.  With her more than able to support herself one of my hands moved to the small of her back, pressing her against me as the other gently squeezed her thigh.

"You have no idea how beautiful you are." I said quietly before she kissed me, more hungry this time.

When we were like this I wasn't as worried, she trusted me, wanted me, she didn't have to tell me. I just knew.

I parted my lips for her and she took the chance to pull at my lower lip with her teeth. I let out a quiet groan as she did and she smirked as she pulled away. She knew what she was doing.

"Don't you ever listen." I muttered as I moved forward to press her against the wall. Senna chuckled, raising a brow at me.

"You should know me better by now." She answered and was right, I did know her better.