fem and masc will mostly be the same, fair warning if you decide to read both or want to skip one for the other :)
Ghost's eyes looked like he wanted to devour you.
Fingers slowly roamed up your hips and placed you on top of the dresser. He stood between your legs, hands gripping the bare skin on your thighs.
"Say it again." He growled lowly. It was almost a dare. Maybe he was testing you, seeing if you would back out.
Your hands rest on his shoulders, meeting at the back of his neck.
You met his eyes. "Simon, I want yo—"
He stops you mid sentence with his lips crashing onto yours in a breathless kiss. His lips felt hot against yours, it ignited a fire within you.
For a split second, Ghost pulled away. Lips brushing together, you two share a breath before he closes the distance once more.
Something about this second kiss is different. Its open mouthed and desperate and your hands are fumbling with the hem of his shirt trying your damn hardest to get it off.
He let you pull it off of him, not wasting a second before his lips are on you again. You dont get time to admire his bare torso, you'd have moments later on.
Desperate kisses turn sloppy. You part your lips only for Ghost to take the opportunity to grab your chin and tilt your head to the side. His lips trail venomous kisses down your neck.
There was nothing romantic about this.
Ghost gripped your throat where he so desperately wanted to before, squeezing ever so slightly. He wanted to completely ruin you, and now he'd get the chance to.
One hand slid to your waist. It's a good thing you didn't say anything, because your mouth wouldn't be used for anything less than crying out his name.
It wasn't until you were breathless that he slowed the kisses down. You were melting into his touch, falling victim.
Good.
Ghost made quick work of your top, discarding it to the floor below. Any other time he'd love to fuck with you wearing his shirt; but not now. Now, he wanted to see every inch of your soft skin. He lingered for a moment, looking over your body as your nipples poke through the thin white fabric.
He licked his lips, lifting the fabric off of your body and tossing it to the floor.
Your fingers brushing against your skin. Even without looking, he can tell you are trying to cover yourself up. He placed a gentle hand on top of yours, stopping your action dead in its track.
"You are so fucking gorgeous, doll." His voice is low, husky. "Don't you ever hide it from me again."
Because, really, who were you to deny him of such beauty?
His fingers gently trail along your arm, running from your wrist all the way up to your shoulder. His thumb lightly scrapes against your skin. He looked at you through half lidded eyes, a low hum rumbling in his throat.
You lick your lips as his hand slowly starts massaging one of your breasts. Your body arches into his touch, your fingers tangling into the hair on the nape of his neck as his lips trail down your shoulder.
Ghost dips his head down and extends his tongue.
A small breath escapes your lips as he swirls his tongue around your nipple, and that's all the confirmation he needs.
He dives in, lips around your nipple as he kisses and licks at the sensitive area.
Your head rolls back, eyes fluttering closed with ecstasy. It's so hot. Too hot. Too much. Or maybe not enough, you never want him to stop.
