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Story: Gift for My Ghost
Her hand slipped between their bodies again and he growled approvingly when she grasped his cock, her hand sliding up and down the thick length of it until his growl became a groan.
“Enough, love.”
His eyes blazed into hers, then he positioned himself to enter her. She was slick and wet and ready for him, but the long, hard thrust of his cock still stretched her almost to the point of pain. His gaze locked on hers as he began to move, his strokes hard and fast and demanding, the pleasure building and building, her breath coming in frantic, urgent pants. He changed his position, his cock rubbing against the sensitive button of her clit with every stroke, and she exploded into a shattering climax, her body shuddering, her vision sheeting white as the waves of ecstasy rolled over her. With a final hard thrust and a low, drawn-out cry, he joined her, and she felt the warm rush of his seed inside her as his cock jerked and pulsed.
He collapsed down on her, then immediately rolled them over, tucking her against his chest as he pulled the blanket over them both, the warmth from the fire keeping them snug. She snuggled into his arms with a contented sigh, and he leaned forward to press a kiss against her hair.
“I love you, Leo.” Her words were a little muffled, spoken against the comforting warmth of his chest, but she felt his arms tighten around her.
“And I love you. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. Even death couldn’t prevent us from being together.”
She swallowed hard. Sometimes, she was still afraid that he would be taken from her. That the magic that had brought him to her would prove to be temporary. But he was already lifting her chin to look deep into her eyes, the familiar warmth of his skin reassuring her.
“Forever, sweetheart,” he said firmly. “I won’t let anything take me away from you. I promise.”
And he sealed his vow with a kiss. Forever, she thought as she lost herself in the kiss. From All Hallow’s Eve to every night beyond, bound together by the power of love—the truest magic of all.