branded (phantoms mc #2)

epilogue

One Year Later

The soft glow of the Eiffel Tower's distant lights filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a romantic glow across the airy Parisian hotel room. The ambience was the last thing on my mind.

It hurt to breathe. Like really fucking hurt.

"Three," Ghost proudly proclaimed as he raised his head from between my legs, a grin on his wet face. "Like a fucking fire hydrant."

I threw an arm over my eyes, sweat slicking my entire body. If I moved, I was sure there'd be a Catalina-shaped puddle beneath me, drenching the hotel's cotton sheets.

"Please," I heard myself beg, trying and failing to sit up. "No more. Can't."

In the light of our room, the look on his face was wolfish. "You can, baby," he said in a low voice. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over my swollen clit. "You can, and you will. All over my fucking face. Right fucking now."

Quick as a flash, his head was between my thighs again, and then his mouth was on my skin, dropping little teasing kisses on my inner thigh before finally, he dragged his tongue up my slit. The sounds he was making... Like I tasted like the finest ambrosia. Like I was the goddamn fountain of youth. Like he was relishing me. Hadn't he ever heard of lockjaw? Wasn't he fucking exhausted, like I was? Was it possible to die from way too much stimulation?

And yet, I was on the brink of yet another explosion. Could feel it building at the base of my spine, curling in my lower belly, locking all my muscles up.

But all too quickly, the torturous sensation of Ghost's mouth was gone. He reared up between my legs, still on his knees, stroking a hand along his thick cock.

"I'll never get tired of this, Catalina. Tired of you," he said in a rough voice, running a finger along my soaking center. I quivered at his touch. His gaze met mine. "Never."

If I still had use of my vocal cords, I would've mirrored his words to him, but all I could do was let out an agonized moan when he gripped my thigh and slowly, painfully slid into me. His eyes wouldn't let mine go. Fuck, I thought, when he drew his hips back and slammed into me this time.

"Hold your legs up," he demanded, pulling out. Fuck, how sexy that was, watching him touch his soaked cock, knowing that he was coated with me.

"Baby," he said, pushing wisps of damp hair out of his face with one hand, "hold your goddamn legs up for me."

Could I even do that? It turned out that I could. I obliged him, lifting my knees up, opening up to him like a flower. He gifted me with the best smile.

"Good girl. My girl," he murmured – and he pushed into me, so deep that I was momentarily winded.

I'm obsessed with this man.

He leaned over and dropped a kiss onto the corner of my mouth as if he knew exactly what I was thinking right then. I turned my head slightly, wanting more, and his tongue slid past my parted lips, giving me exactly what I wanted. My eyes slid shut as Ghost kissed me like I was his air and he needed me.

"Love you," he groaned as he spilled himself inside me, collapsing onto me.

"I love you, too." The words were barely audible, but I clung to him so tightly that at some point, our heartbeats became one.

"Shit," Ghost rasped after a while. "I'm crushing you."

"Don't move."

He rolled onto his back, taking me with him. I raised my head to stare down at him, pushing hair out of his face so I could look into his eyes. I loved how long he'd let it get again.