Vincent Van Gore. [Smut.] {NOT COMPLETED}

~My Love!~

I couldn't believe my own ears.. this declaration of conest and I've only been here for 5 minutes max. My knees buckled and I cried out *YES! YES! I WILL HAVE SEX WITH YOU YOUR HOTNESS!...but only if you like it rough..* I was a sub at heart but taking the upper hand and winking at the end of that sentence empowered to to do the impossible. I took of the shoes that could possibly break both of my ankles at any given point in time and put on my best sexy look. The outfit might not have been enough after all. I walked as nonchalantly as I could to make it seem like it wasnt my second time having sex with a ghost. as I stated into Vincent van Gore eyes and he stared back at me then suddenly grabbed me by the waist (because this is a fiction story and it doesn't have to sense ik that a ghost cant do that also ITS LITERALLY SMUT) and pulled me closer. his hands became tangled in my waist long hair and he drew me in for a rough and intimate french kiss. his hands on the hand became,,,,,, handsy.... just what i wanted 🥵