Simon "Ghost" Riley oneshots

Lost in you (smut)

You didn't break the kiss. The deliciousness of his scent lingered in your mouth, a heady mix of smoke and booze. The lust for his blood made you wild for him. Every part of you craved more, craved him.

You straddled him, feeling the warmth of his body seeping into yours. His hands reached up and removed his gloves, the sound of them dropping to the floor barely registering in your haze of desire. His now bare hands slid up under the oversized T-shirt you wore, finding the soft skin of your back.

A moan escaped your lips, the sensation intoxicating. To be touched by a man for the first time in such an intimate way was both overwhelming and incredibly sexy. His touch was gentle yet insistent, and you leaned into him, your body pressing closer as if trying to merge with his.

His hands roamed your back, fingers tracing patterns that sent shivers down your spine. You broke the kiss for just a moment to catch your breath, resting your forehead against his, eyes locked.

"Simon," you whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of desire and nervous excitement.

"Aurora," he replied, his voice a rough whisper, full of need. His hands moved to your hips, pulling you even closer, if that was possible. You could feel his heartbeat through the thin fabric of your shirt, strong and steady, a stark contrast to your own racing pulse.

You kissed him again, harder this time, your hands exploring the contours of his shoulders and chest. His taste, his scent, the feeling of his hands on your skin-it was all too much and not enough at the same time.

You broke the kiss once more, looking into his eyes. "This is..."

"I know," he said, understanding without you needing to finish. "It's... everything."

You nodded, your breath coming in shallow pants. "I don't want to stop."

"Then we won't," he said, his hands sliding lower, gripping your hips firmly. "Not until you want to."

You leaned in, kissing him again, deeper this time, letting yourself get lost in him. For the first time in your life, you felt alive, truly alive, and it was all because of Simon.

His hands reached to the front, cupping the soft mounds of your breasts as he bit your lower lip. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through you, making you gasp.

"Simon," you whispered, his name a breathless plea on your lips.

He tugged at your T-shirt, pulling it above your head and tossing it aside. You were left bare before him, only your pants remaining. The cool air against your skin heightened your awareness of every touch, every caress.

His eyes roamed over your exposed form, filled with a mix of admiration and desire. "You're beautiful, Aurora," he murmured, his voice husky.

You shivered under his gaze, feeling both vulnerable and empowered. "And you're irresistible," you replied, your hands sliding to the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head.

His chest was a canvas of scars and tattoos, each one telling a story of battles fought and survived. You traced a finger along one of the scars, marveling at the resilience it represented.

"Ty takoy goryachiy," you murmured in Russian, tracing the scars on his body. The words slipped from your lips almost unconsciously, a testament to the heat radiating from him.

Simon paused, his eyes searching yours. "What does that mean?" he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and desire.

"It means 'you're so hot'," you replied, a small smile playing on your lips as your fingers continued their journey across his chest.