Sex With A Ghost Song Meaning Novels & Stories

In a way that he seemed to be afraid that she would get away and suddenly leave him. "Venus, I desire you, so much," Joaquin whispered staring straight into her eyes before placing both of her hands above her head. "Oh," she muttered as Joaquin seemed to be teasingly rubbing his front against her naked femininity. “I will give you the most satisfying sex tonight. That way you will never forget about me. And this, I want you to remember this, over and over again,” the young man said in a determined tone.

Their love was genuine and this time, they had to admit defeat. Cackling madly and looking over at the lovebirds, the Goddess of the Red Thread blessed them once more. For this couple, they didn't need to choose between Tyra or Lauran. After all, good things came in pairs. >>Xxx Destiny Aitsuji xxX<< Author’s Note: Hi all Thank you for reading this far. If you liked E-Ghost, please consider supporting the author on A****n or P@tre0n. This book can also be found on the author's personal website.

A cold dread, sharper than the chill in the air, shot up from the soles of my feet. The patch of shadow in the corner began to writhe unnaturally, coalescing into a denser form. A human silhouette, darker than the darkness around it, slowly detached itself from the wall. It was tall and gaunt, its entire form wreathed in an impenetrable, smoky blackness. The air grew still and heavy, as if the room itself was holding its breath. Then, a voice, cold and utterly devoid of emotion, sounded not in my ears, but directly in my mind.

As the plane took off, I finally exhaled—like something heavy had snapped loose inside me. Phone on airplane mode. Eyes shut. Real sleep, at last. Sleep I'd been chasing for years. Soft music played in my ears, and for once, the past felt far away. "Hedley Hart, you're finally free," I whispered, voice shaking. For years, I'd lived in her orbit. Loved her so hard I disappeared. Even after ninety-nine rejections, I never thought about quitting.

She even asked me a question that seemed completely nonsensical to me. I couldn't help but recall the scene from two years ago. I'd been very clear about my desire to break up with her, so what was she doing now? Frowning, I asked in annoyance, "What are you doing here? We broke up two years ago." Feeling a scratch against my palm, I looked down and saw Cecily pouting in displeasure. I couldn't resist chuckling as I gripped her hand even more tightly. It looked like I'd have to placate her later.

It was already becoming as hard as a rock, a heavy, pulsing weight between my legs. Fuck, I’m screwed, I thought, staring at the ceiling. I was obsessed with a ghost, a girl who probably didn't even know my name. Suddenly, I felt a familiar heat. I looked down to see Sandra had moved. She had taken my hardness into her mouth, her lips sliding down the thick shaft with a desperate kind of hunger. I watched her, detached and cold, as her tongue swirled across the veins bulging from the dark, rigid flesh.

Every step tightened the pressure behind his sternum, pulling him deeper. “You always hated this place,” Vex’s voice echoed suddenly, smooth and amused. “Said it smelt like ghosts.” Riven stopped. The voice came from everywhere and nowhere—reverberating through tunnels, bleeding through walls. “Funny thing,” Vex continued. “Turns out ghosts don’t leave. They just change shape.” Riven’s jaw set. “Show yourself.” Laughter rippled through the dark. Lights flickered to life one by one, revealing a massive junction chamber ahead—old control panels, broken signal boards, and cables hanging like exposed veins.

“What do you want, Ghost?” “Some fucking honesty!” he shouts, his voice echoing off the walls. I flinch slightly, frozen under his piercing gaze. “You’re honestly going to marry a woman, which means this—us—will always be hidden. A fucking secret.” I swallow hard, my throat dry. “What you want, Ghost, I can’t give you,” I say quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. Ghost’s face twists in frustration. “I want some honesty!” he repeats, his voice raw. “What I want is for you to refuse to get married—or at least fucking delay it!”

He lowered his head and had his lips on her neck, giving it a light kiss. Jennet shivered badly after hearing his sexy husky voice. The female ghost was a male ghost? But, she could not pry her eyes away as she stared at the reflection in the glass; engraving his beautiful appearance in her mind. "Hu... Hue..." her lips trembled as she muttered the name. Her heart pounded madly. She tried to move but was powerless. "Yes..." the blond spoke softly in her ear and kissed her neck lightly while inhaling her scent. Jennet could not contain the fear anymore and her eyes rolled upward. She collapsed to the floor; losing consciousness.

A strange expression hits his face, but I can't read it as his image is like Kiarr's where it's a pale, blue color and partially see-through. "What?" "Our magic was amplified with..." There is that look again. "Just say it." "Sex magic." I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. Sure, I'd had sex before but picturing me doing so with a ghost is weird, yet exciting. Not to mention he is a century older than me. Never thought at nearly nineteen that I would add sex with a ghost to my repertoire. And no, I'm not going to say that making out with one-okay, two even at different times-counts as having sex.