Electric love

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Pre-warning this chapter shall have smutt! I am new to this so dun hate me!!!! Umm also can you guys leave me comments? I feel like you guys hate my story, Im also re-reading and still editing this story I also feel like its gonna be short but there's allot of stuff I plan to have happen but I really want to give you guys some control so please comment and let me know what you want to have happen...please? If you don't I vil kill a character! No I won't buy still you get it.
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Phantom's POV

I watched Oliver throughout the rest of the evening occasionally glancing at my hands; they were tingling, but not painfully, since I had felt the shock.

What was that shock, what did it mean, and why did it occur. I heaved a sigh knowingly as the movie came to an end that my time with Oliver was over for tonight, I would be returning to report my findings of Orphilios' whereabouts to Grimm and spending some time with my family. I can't say I am not worried, the thought of leaving Oliver here unguarded caused a horrifying emotion to rise within me.

"You have to go...don't you..." His voice was so frail and seemed to be broken and it shattered my heart a little.

"They can wait a bit longer for me I'll just fast travel." I lifted him onto my lap so he was facing me and smiled. He seemed off, like something was bothering him. I kept thinking back to the shock but as soon as I looked into his beautiful eyes I couldn't help but be lost.

I noticed him looking into mine which made me smile more, unaware of my own movement I lifted my hand to hold against his face the shock going through me again as I gently cupped his cheek. His face reddened slightly as I felt his hand on the fabric of my shirt tighten, something was different within me but also in him I could feel it and I have to say I loved it this slow hankering need to be against his skin.

Was I addicted to a human? I've heard of angels having this effect on reapers but not humans. I will have to ask, but for now I need him.

I quickly pulled him to me unable to let the slowness continue as I pressed my lips against his trying to satisfy this unknown need I found myself biting his lip gently begging for entrance but he stubbornly stayed shut. Without thinking my free hand slid up his shirt and gently ran over his chest, I felt his gasp rather than heard it as I took the opportunity to enter his mouth. I greedily explored every inch occasionally massaging his tongue, all the while my hand had found its way up his chest and pinched his nipple. I felt a tug on my shirt and knew exactly what he wanted I smirked and pulled back slipping his shirt as well as my own off and immediately our lips re-connected, my new found hunger was increasing as I felt the shocks and without warning and felt his hips buck against my own and groan escaped my lips as my hands found their way to the front of his jeans...

"Get the fuck out!" A loud and deep voice yelled and immediately we separated, breathing heavily as we stared at each other. After a few moments a look of shock and pure horror hit Oliver's eyes as he turned to the man who had yelled.

"Oh my god d-dad..I....I can explain." he said quickly but soon stopped when his father growled at him. I couldn't take my eyes off the man of course I was embarrassed about being caught in the act but he seemed pissed to have found me in his house.

"I said get out! I will not have anything like that under my roof!" I glared at me and I glared back gritting my teeth and reached for Oliver's shirt slipping it back on him and pulling my own on.

"I'll be back tomorrow night..." I pulled a small necklace from my pocket and slid it around his neck, "this will keep you safe for now. Please don't take it off till I come back. I will come strait to you." I kissed his forehead lightly and stood glaring at the tall man who still stood by the door. "Good night sir." I said through gritted teeth as I opened the door. Before it even closed I could hear him yelling at his son but I had to go.

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