Ghost- Enemies to Lovers

PROMISES

You've heard stories of others passing out from pleasure but you never thought you would be gripping the sheets between your hand, doing your best to stay conscious.

This had to be the fifth or sixth time from his tongue alone.

If your back was sore tomorrow, it wouldn't have been from the accident but from Simon making your back arch of the bed for probably the tenth time in an hour.

You couldn't begin to imagine what it would be like when he's finally on top of you, grinding against you almost tortuously. God, you would probably be in tears from the overload of pleasure.

"Please-Si-Simon, I can't," you say between gasps as your legs shake, your body begging for a reprieve.

A snicker floats it was up to your ears, triggering your eyes to squeeze shut as another wave of euphoria rocks through your body. He snatches you back down to him as you try your best to push your body up the mattress.

Giving you one last mind altering lick, you feel the warmth of him covering you as he moves up the bed. Careful not to put any weight on you, his leans up on his knees on either side of you and captures your mouth.

Using one hand, he squeezes your cheeks before pulling away, "You taste good on my lips, don't you think so beautiful?"

Looking from his eyes to his lips you smile against the hand gripping your face, "I think I need another taste. Just to be sure"

A chuckle occupancies his smile as he moves to give you just what you asked for, "God, you were made for me." 

His lips crash against yours, tongues tangle with one another, fighting for dominance like the last time he had you pinned under him in that empty room.

Alway, push and pull with you too.

He was right though, you two tasted delicious together.

The next moment he pulls away from you, grabbing the covers to gently lay them over your body. You move to protest and grab his arm, "What about you?"

Smirking down at you, his eyes graze your body before meeting yours again, "That was for me."

Brows furrow in question as he continues, "A slight punishment for you, for disobeying almost every order I gave you tonight or last night, and a reward for me, making up for lost time I suppose."

This man was unbelievable. Of course he would find a way into turning six or seven orgasms into a punishment.

"That's all for tonight. You're hurt and need to rest."

A pout takes hold of your face as you bat your eyelashes at him. He laughs but shakes his head, holding firm to his statement.

Huffing, you try to find a way to meet in the middle. You weren't ready for him to leave yet, afraid that when he did, your emotions might swallow you whole again.

"At least stay with me?"

He didn't fight you like you had anticipated, only grinning and crawling in bed beside you. His arms were weary of your wound, landing higher up on your stomach to pull you into him.

You were surprised at how naturally it felt to lay next to him, you head finding his chest and using it as a pillow.

His body seemed to release all the pent up tension, sighing and deflating a bit, the moment your cheek landed against his skin

A comfortable silence had settled over the two of you and you wondered who would break the silence first.

He surprised you when his chest rumbled against your ear, "Don't ever do that again." He didn't allow you the chance to respond, "I can't imagine what I would have done if you hadn't made it back to us alive, or if I would have found you in that car."

Your head lifts, meeting intense dark eyes, "I need you to know that I'll always come for you, whether its hours, weeks, days, or years. Regardless of how many times we fight each other, I'll always fight for you as well. If something ever happened....I would never stop looking for you."

His hands find their way into your hair as he continues his speech, "It's only fair you fight long enough for me to get to you. You can collapse, break, cry, scream, or pass out, the second you land in my arms, I'll handle the rest. Just...don't give up on us or me like that again. Alright?

You'd never seen such raw emotion in Ghost's eyes before. Sure you've seen anger, frustration, and even cockiness, but never this fiery seriousness. You nod in response knowing that every word he said was true, "I promise, Simon."