Page 47 of Insidious Heart
“No!” I yell as Victor hooks my knees over his elbows and pounds into me. “I just—”Oh my god, this is so fucking good. “I just stubbed my toe! I’m getting in the shower now though.”
Victor grins down at me and whispers, “We’ll do that next.”
I try to scowl again as Cal calls, “I’m locking your door and taking the key.”
Good.
It’s probably the only time I’ll feel that way, but being locked in my room with a man who’d kill for meandgive me orgasms is hardly a punishment.
“See you tomorrow, princess.”
“See you!” I choke out seconds before a second orgasm tears through my body.
I can feel every one of Victor’s piercings, can feel every ridge and vein from root to engorged tip as he bottoms out. My pussy contracts around his cock in the most delicious sensation and when I am seconds away from screaming his name, Cal be damned, my ghost leans down, crushes his mouth to mine and smothers it with a positively searing kiss. And my god, tasting myself on him as he owns my body, licking my release from his lips and tongue as I feel Victor’s cock swell and explode inside of me? It drags my orgasm out in an almost painfully beautiful way.
“So fucking sweet, baby,” he whispers against my lips as his thrusts slow. “So sweet, so wet, so fucking perfect.”
“Victor…” I pant as I hear Cal clomp down the stairs. “Oh my god…”
He grins as he looks me in the eye. “Not god, little dove.Ghost.”
And that right there,thatwas the only confirmation I needed.
The vigilante ghost, The Harvester of Bones; he killed a man that was trying to hurt me and I’ve slept with him twice. The Harvester of Bones ate me out, came inside me, and is kissing me with a level of reverence I don’t understand. And I’m just twisted enough to think that it’s because I truly am his, that we are meant to be together, so everything I feel for him is perfectly natural.
Victor really is my ghost and being with him is just…it’s meant to be.
* * *
“What are you doing?”I ask with a lazy smile as I watch Victor pull his jeans up from around his ankles, dig through a pocket, then drop them again before shuffling over to the chair.
“Looking for my phone.”
My gaze rakes over his body, drinking in the muscles that flex and roll in his back, his firm bubble butt, and the definition in his corded thighs. I lay down on the edge of the bed and continue to stare as he toes off his boots then his socks before discarding his jeans completely. And when he turns to me with a frown, I inhale sharply when I’m faced with Victor’s smooth pecs and many abs, the dark strip of hair between them that leads to the biggest dick I’ve ever been privileged enough to see, let alone say has been inside of me. Twice, at that.
“Baby dove?”
“Hmm?” I can now see those piercings in that big dick, too, as well as one just above it in the front. That’s the one that kept hitting my clit.
“Stevie?”
Slowly, my eyes find his and I’m met with another of his gorgeous smiles. “Yes?”
“Not that I want to interrupt your gawking.” Victor chuckles as I blush. “But I asked if you’ve seen my phone.”
“I haven’t.”
“Are you sure?”
I nod. “I barely got to see any of you before you started kissing me, even less when you… did everything else.”
“Are you complaining?” He grins.
“Not at all. I’m just appreciating the view now that I can and can’t help that I haven’t seen anything else because of it.”
“Fair enough.” Victor walks over to me in all of his naked glory, his cock a few inches above face level. “You’ll have all night for that though, baby.”
I frown as he drops to his knees and gets on all fours then starts searching under the bed.
