Page 15 of Graveyard Girls (Hollows Grove #1)

“There’s no possible way I’ll make it home without fucking you on the street.

Your safest bet is to stay here with me for a bit,” I murmured in her ear.

Her answering kisses were heavy and filled with need.

She wouldn’t make it the walk home either.

“I need to get you out of this damn dress,” I growled as the October moon upon us.

We loved each other. She was mine. Finally, Lunette Selene was mine…

and I needed to get this dress she bought for some undeserving dick of a man off of her.

“Can I rip it off?” I asked between kisses, pushing her against my headstone.

Lunette pressed her body against me, sucking on my lower lip.

“God, please do. I hate this thing now.”

“Glad we agree. You’re stunning, but seeing you in the dress meant for someone else, night after night… ” With a quick grip, I ripped the front of the bodice. Lunette tossed her veil into the dirt and kicked off her white satin ballet flats.

“More,” she demanded. “Tear it all to shreds.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. The dress fell apart like paper in the rain, white scraps and ribbons falling onto autumn leaves as more and more of Lunette’s pale skin pushed against me as we kissed.

Finally, she stood naked before me. Her nipples pert, the curves of her body flawless, and long white hair framing her like my angel atop my grave.

My angel who’d brought me back from death.

“Are you going to keep gawking at me, or are you going to get naked and fuck me, Solair?” Lunette asked, breathless, as she leaned against my headstone.

Shrugging off my suspenders, I unbuttoned my shirt, kicked off my boots, and tossed aside my pants and boxers. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you, Selene, and you’re going to fuck me back. And hell, your spell might be wasted because it’s entirely possible neither of us make it out of this damn graveyard.”

She sauntered toward me, placing a hand on my breast as the other slipped between my thighs, finding evidence of just how badly I wanted her.

“I guess I’m stuck here with my ghost, then.

My poltergeist, my angel, my demon, my spirit.

” My eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment as her fingers dipped into me.

Retreating, she brought them to her lips and sucked my wetness from her skin, her pink lips puckering around her knuckles as she maintained eye contact, just daring me to pounce.

That was enough to make me lose control.

Lunette yelped as I picked her up, spun her around, and pushed her over the side of my headstone.

“Act like a little whore, and you’re going to get fucked like one,” I teased, holding her head back by her hair.

My other hand slipped down the crack of her ass and found her wetness pooling in her center. “So wet for me, White Witch.”

“I need you to fuck me hard,” she whimpered. “So fucking hard, Shiloh.”

“Are you going to electrocute me frozen if I don’t?” I continued coaxing her wetness from her pussy as I held her in place, taking a moment to admire her ass on full display for me. “Or will you turn me into a cat?”

A whimper escaped her throat as I slowly nudged two fingers at the base of her opening. “Please,” she begged. “Please fuck me.”

A guttural sound vibrated in my throat as I slipped my fingers inside her, taking my time to open them and stretch her out. Leaning back and pulling her hair as I did, I watched her take me from tip to knuckles, in and out. “Fucking hell, Lune. Just look at you taking me. You’re perfect.”

With a moan, she bucked her ass back against me.

I widened my stance, holding her in place with my thighs while grinding against her.

My wetness coating her soft and supple ass while my fingers fucked her harder and harder, picking up the intensity.

My girl asked for hard, but I was a gentlewoman, and I’d ease her in appropriately so I didn’t hurt her.

But she was making it hard to go at a healthy pace—because fuck if I didn’t want to just rail the hell out of her when she moved her hips like that.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Harder. Please, go harder.”

“Stop moving your hips like that,” I gritted out.

“No,” she said over her shoulder, giving her hips a wiggle, taunting me with her gorgeous ass.

“That’s it, then,” I conceded. The next time I pulled out, I added a third finger and slammed into her. Lunette cried out in ecstasy as I fucked her hard with three fingers. Slamming into her tip to knuckle as my cunt rocked against her ass. “Fuck, you’re dripping down my wrist.”

“Don’t stop,” she demanded. “I’m so close.”

“Oh, I’m never fucking stopping,” I replied.

When she shattered against me, bent over my headstone, I came with her.

Her pussy constricted around my fingers as her release poured down my wrist. Gently pulling out, I turned her around and smoothed the hair stuck to the sweat on her forehead before kissing her deeply.

Our breasts pressed together as our tongues danced, exploring the other’s mouth while we came down from the aftershocks of passion.

Lunette’s palms traveled down my breasts, to my abs, and finally between my thighs. She grazed over the tuft of hair there and nibbled my lip. “I want more.”

“What do you want, my moonlight?”

Her smile was radiant as she pulled back. “Lie down.”

Usually, I’d give her some hell about giving me orders, but this night, this grave, this witch… I did as I was told. When I was on my back, Lune crawled over me, parting my legs and straddling me. “Help guide me?” she asked, and it took me a moment, but then I realized what she wanted.

“Oh, you want to scissor, huh?” I smirked. “Think you can handle it?”

“Let’s try and see.” Her lips curved as she playfully rocked against my inner thigh. “It looks complicated, though.”

“It’s not,” I said, taking her knee and pushing it closer to my ribs. “Now put your other knee that way, good girl.”

“Now I just move back and forth?”

“You just do what feels good,” I instructed. “And trust me, everything you do feels more than good. That’s it, hold my leg like that.”

It took her a moment, confidence is all she needed, really.

We were both so wet that her soaked pussy combined with my wet cunt on every thrust. We both moaned at the feel of us together, fucking on my grave.

Reaching up, I cupped her breast, flicking my thumb over her nipple.

“I like riding you,” she said, breathless.

“I like watching,” I replied, moving my hips to meet her.

Taking her wrist, I guided her toward my center. “Fuck me like you mean it, Lune.”

Without hesitation, her fingers eagerly responded to my invitation. The moment Lunette slipped two fingers inside me, we both groaned in unison. “You feel so good,” she moaned, her head leaning back as she rode me and fingered me at the same time. “So, so good, Shy.”

I grabbed her hips then, the gentlewoman in me dead and under the grave we fucked on.

Gripping her hard, I thrusted against her while moving her on my own.

Harder and faster, our cunts grinded against each other while her fingers plunged in and out, deeper and deeper.

“Fuck yes,” I groaned, feeling our orgasms build.

Her moans, her whimpers, and her short and fast intakes of breath sent me into an oblivion of pleasure.

When I came, my back arched, and I moaned into the night, another moaning ghost in a graveyard—and my witch came on top of me, riding me so hard and so good.

Holding onto my knee, Lunette pulled out and slumped to the side, giggling in bliss. “That… I love that. We have to do that more. Scissoring, whatever you called it.”

I laughed, running my touch down her arm. “We can do that as much as you want. I’m not done with you, though.”

“What?”

“Roll over. I’m hungry.”

There was no waiting for her answer or compliance—and she was too thoroughly fucked to argue. Sitting up, I pulled her underneath me and kissed her neck softly. “You’re so beautiful, Lunette. My moonlight in a cemetery.”

“You’re my sunshine in a graveyard,” she whispered. “Your light has awakened my bones.”

“And your love has given me new life,” I breathed, my mouth landing around her nipple.

Her gasp and wiggle at my tongue as it flicked against her nipple had my own wetness dripping down my thighs.

Lunette pushed at my shoulders, urging me lower.

I smiled against her tits. “Don’t rush me. I want to savor you.”

“Savor me lower.” She bit her lip, hiding her grin.

My laugh was hearty and true. “How can I say no?” Kissing her stomach, I drifted lower and lower until finally my mouth reached her patch of hair. I tugged it gently with my lips before dropping my nose and inhaling deeply. “You smell as good as you taste,” I groaned.

Lune’s hands explored my curls, tangling in their expanse, as my tongue licked her slit. She gasped and parted her knees wider. “Your mouth is everything.”

“You’re everything,” I murmured against her wet and wanting core.

“Now, let me eat this delicious pussy.” I buried my face in her cunt.

Her moan was muffled as her thighs clenched around my ears.

My tongue greedily licked and drank her juices.

I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked gently, my chin and face soaked in her.

Her wetness coated stray curls of my hair, and I loved having her all over me.

Her flavor on my tongue, on my skin, between my thighs, and on my lips.

When she came in my mouth, I didn’t stop, though she tried to push me away.

Soon, her protests died as another orgasm wrecked her.

Then another. I couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop devouring my girl on my grave.

My savior, my witch, my love. Called from my eternal sleep because she needed me.

A love so strong, so fated, not even death could keep us apart.

I crawled from the beyond to find her, and I was never letting her go.

Lunette’s wedding dress lay strewn across my grave. Remnants of lives not meant for us. Echoes of death un-had and resisted. Love resurrected from the dead, a body at its end, and a soul’s lost ember.

On an October night breeze in a lonely graveyard, life began again.

Graveyard Girls