Page 26 of Haunted Hearts

I crave you.

“You’re so good for me, little ghost.”

And when I finally get my way… you won’t be able to get rid of me. But you won’t want to, will you?

I feel it.

“You want this just as badly as I do. Don’t you?” I look up, into the empty space around me. But I see it, that shimmer. Barely visible, but real.

“Good. Then remember my promise, there will be nothing left of me, but you.” I lean back in the chair, relaxing.

My chest tightens at the anticipation I feel simply from the thought of finding you. My love has always been violent in one way or another. But love is violence—and I’m addicted to the way you break me. Every moment I feel your presence, every reaction, every encounter—

I’d rather die than learn how to live without you.

“My guardian angel. When I find you, I’ll be what you think of when you turn off the lights. I’ll slip into your dreams, and make you ache for something you can’t touch.” I smile to myself.

“When you’re alone and decide to play, it’ll be my turn to watch.” I feel my dick swell in my pants. Instinctively, I adjust myself. Closing my eyes and resting my head on the chair, I feel you approach and surround me. The air thickens and my lungs expand as my fingers tighten around the pendulum hanging from my neck and breathe you in instead of oxygen.

Behind my eyelids, I see you—not clearly, but in shifting hues of warm and cool colors bleeding together behind my eyes. My chest rises and falls slowly with every breath, anticipating your next move.

“Take my mind to another place, my little ghost… My angel.” The words fall off my tongue and taste sweet.

My angel.

Mine.

You’re all mine.

I feel a soft grip on my wrist, ankles, waist, and neck, which slowly tightens. I’m held in place, not tight enough to hurt. I raise a brow.

“I like where this is going.” My chin tilts upward as I offer myself without hesitation.

I become acutely aware of my body. Heat gathering low in my stomach, the pulse between my legs growing harder, and how tight my jeans have become.

“Do you like me like this?” I whisper. “At your mercy?” I feel your presence intensify instantly.

My skin erupts in goose bumps as your energy spreads over me. It feels like being touched everywhere at once. My body is on fire as my chest tightens and my breathing becomes shallow. My skin hums as your energy saturates every inch of my body.

My abs tense as I feel something unseen grip the button of my jeans. Slowly and deliberately the zipper slides down, and my jeans are peeled away. Pulled down my thighs, over my knees and ankles before being discarded.

Cool air kisses my skin, and then— Something warm and alive glides up my calves. Up my thighs, coiling and exploring my body as if claiming me.

They cup my balls, firm but careful before wrapping fully around my cock. My breath shudders.

“Fuck… You’ve been holding back.”

My hips twitch, chasing the contact as the grip tightens, sliding up and down, the pressure… perfect.

I try to relax, but your presence is overwhelming. Suffocating me in the best way. It’s hard not to react. More tendrils—fingers? energy? I don’t know what to call them—slide higher, tracing the sharp lines of my hips, my abdomen, buzzing over my chest. My muscles flex beneath the sensation, my skin hypersensitive.

One brushes my lips, I open my mouth without thinking, and it slides inside. Intangible, yet undeniably there. I suck instinctively, my tongue moving against it, tasting nothing and everything at once. My fingers twitch uselessly behind my back, held in place as your grip binds me.

My balls tighten as my cock throbs in your grasp. A broken sound escapes my throat and my head falls back.

I’m losing myself.

Colors move in the air around me. My own body is blurred and distant, like it doesn’t belong to me anymore. Your hold around my throat, trapping me there. I feel myself lifted from the chair, suspended and weightless.