Ghost- Enemies to Lovers

SELFISH LOVER

Your eyes search his trying to detect if what he said was true or a result of all the pent-up tension over the years. His eyes dilate when they connect with yours and a feeling of shock slithers its way down to the very marrow of your bones.

Don't they say your eyes dilate when you're looking at something you love? Did he? No, he couldn't possibly, right?

Trying to snap yourself out of it you pull his lips back to yours. No matter how much you fought for control of the kiss, he never gave an inch. You had no choice but to follow his lead as he bit, nibbled, and devoured your lips, his tongue finding its way into your mouth taking everything you have to offer and more.

You could tell he's a selfish lover.

The kind that takes and takes and still can't get enough. The kind that would push you to limits you didn't know could be reached and still keep pushing. The kind of lover that wants to drive you so insane with pleasure that three orgasms wouldn't be enough. He'd devour you whole until there was nothing left and dear God did you want that. You wanted legs shaking, mind-breaking, world-altering sex and he was just the person to do that.

Your eyes open the minute you feel his hand wrap around your throat, "You're in your head and I want you the hell out of it. I've waited too long for you, I'm not sharing you with anyone. Not even yourself."

Yea, selfish lover.

Sending him a glare he applies slight pressure to your neck, "Do you understand me?"

Head leaning back, giving him more access to your neck you tell him, "Yes, Ghost."

''Fuck, what a good girl."

Your legs tighten against his hips before you have time to tell them not to. You didn't take Ghost for the type to praise in bed and the fact he just did caused your core to pulse in excitement. You had no idea what to expect from him and it was thrilling.

"Jesus, you like it when I call you that don't you? The way your legs tighten around me like that-fuck I can only imagine."

Letting your hand run down his chest you begin to unbuckle his vest, "I didn't take you for the praise type."

He shrugs his shoulders, "I don't fit into a box, you'd do best to remember that beautiful."

Your eyes raise in question urging him to explain as his vest finds its new home on the floor.

"I can still call you a good girl when I'm pounding into you so good your eyes roll to the back of your head as I tell you to take it like my dirty little slut."

Your head hits the wall as you release an exhale, "Jesus, Ghost." 

His hands move down your body as he lets out a dark chuckle. The minute one of his hands touches the right side of your stomach, your body twitches in pain. You did your best to hold the pain in as it shot up your body, not wanting him to stop touching you.

His movement freezes, "What was that?"

Looking down at him you shake it off, "Nothing. Keep going."

His voice drops at least three octaves, "Y/n. The truth now."

"It's just a few broken ribs, like I said I'm fine. Now can you not ruin the moment and keep kissing me please."

To your disappointment he lowers you back to the ground, "Let me see."

"No," you say as you fold your arms over your chest. He didn't do as you asked so you weren't going to do what he asked.

The next minute he grabs the side of your dress and rips it across your stomach, "I'm not humoring your brattiness right now."