Page 8 of Paranormal Love From an Immortal Thug

K h a l i d c a r r i e d m e back to bed and laid me down on my back and stayed standing at the edge of the mattress for a second, looking at me like I was the only thing on the menu.

The chains at his neck swung low as he grabbed that demon dick at the base and stroked it once, eyes never leaving mine.

He crawled back over me, his knees pressing into the mattress on either side of my hips. He kissed the side of my neck, dragging his teeth just enough to make me gasp, then licked up to my ear.

“You ready to ride me again, or you want me to put you on your stomach and handle it?”

I shivered. “Handle it.”

“Good answer.”

He rolled me onto my stomach, his palms sliding down to grip my hips.

His body came over mine, chest to my back, mouth at my ear, whispering things that made my skin burn.

I could feel his heavy ass dick throb as he slid it against my slick folds before he pushed in, inch by inch, pussy clenching around him.

I moaned into the pillow. His grip on my hips tightened as he started to move, slow at first, then harder, deeper, building a rhythm that shook the bed frame against the wall.

“Hell yeah,” he growled against my neck. “Pussy top tier, ma. I fucks with it.”

Every thrust pushed a sound out of me, and my moans turned into cries and cries turned into screams. His other hand never left my hip, keeping me in place while he drove into me from behind.

I could feel my eyes rolling to the back, and I just knew I was making an ugly ass face. But shit, I didn’t care.

“Yessss! Oh God,... right there… God…”

“I keep tellin’ your ass ain’t no God here,” he muttered, voice low. “Just a real nigga fuckin’ this good ass pussy.”

My body trembled. The pressure built fast. Khalid’s groans got deeper and his strokes heavier until I was shaking and clawing at the sheets.

I came hard, creaming and screaming into the pillow.

My body convulsed as his arms wrapped around my waist and held me there through every pulse of it.

He didn’t stop moving. He kept fucking me, whispering the filthiest things while I trembled against him.

“That’s it,” he growled. “That’s how you cum on this dick.

Act like you know what the fuck to do.” Still shaking, legs jelly, face buried in the pillow, trying to catch my breath, he plunged in and out of my wetness.

He growled and hissed like he couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Fuck. You make a nigga not wanna pull out.”

His grip tightened. He buried himself all the way in, locked, deep, and pulsing.

I felt him throb inside me, and then I felt the emptiness as he pulled out, spilling his nut on the sheets before leaning against me.

His mouth pressed to my shoulder, breath heavy, moaning through it.

We stayed like that in a sweaty mess until I finally turned my head and looked back at him.

“What would you do if you could stay?” I asked, biting down on my bottom lip.

He rolled onto his side, and I repositioned myself so we were face-to-face. “Shit, I don’t know. Probably get a legit job. Take you out somewhere instead of just poppin’ up in your bedroom like a creep nigga.” He grinned a little.

I laughed softly, shaking my head. “Okay. You sound like a whole person.”

He tapped his chest with one finger. “I was a whole person. Just… shit got fucked up, baby.”

I stared at him. “Usually, I’m in the house bingeing on food, sweets, and movies on Halloween. But today…”

Khalid reached over and brushed a curl out of my face with a thumb. “But today what?”

I exhaled. “Today feels… different.”

He gave a little half-smile. “That’s ‘cause you finally let somebody show up for you. Please you. Even if it’s just for a lil’ bit.”

That hit me harder than I expected. I stared at him, chest heavy, the weight of his words pressing on me in a way no stroke could.

Khalid was right. Midnight was inevitable.

And then? He’d go back underground. I shifted onto my back, staring at the ceiling.

My mind was racing now, fighting against the ache in my body and the wine in my veins.

“Wednesday,” he said softly.

“Yeah?”

“You thinkin’ too hard, ma. Don’t ruin the vibe.”

I smiled a little but didn’t stop staring upward. “What if there was a way…”

He raised an eyebrow. “What you talkin’ ‘bout?”

I sat up slowly, a thought was sparking in my head now, bright and dangerous. “If a spell can bring you back from the dead,” I said, turning to look at him, “then maybe there’s a spell out there to keep you here.”

Khalid lay back on his elbows, watching me with a mix of curiosity and that lazy, hood-demon grin. “You serious?”

“I’m just saying,” I murmured. “Maybe there’s something. Some… loophole. Something nobody ever tried.”

His smirk softened a little. “You gon’ make a nigga believe in hope, pretty girl.”

I looked at him, heart pounding. “Or at least in me.”

The room went still again, the TV flickering across both our faces.

For the first time since he appeared, I wasn’t just thinking about surviving the moment.

I was thinking about changing the ending.

Khalid held me close and told me to get some rest, so I closed my eyes with my mind still racing, wondering what if.

???

I a c t u a l l y d i d get some sleep. Hell, more sleep than I’d ever gotten. The sun was dipped low, lighting up my room with that orange and purple hue from the sky. Reaching for my phone, I saw that it was damn near six in the evening.

I looked over to see Khalid stretched out beside me like temptation wrapped in tattoos and second chances.

My breath hitched. The damn thought sitting heavy in the middle of my chest was that when that damn clock struck midnight, he’d be gone.

Buried again. Erased like this never happened.

Fuck that. I crept out of bed to retrieve my laptop and then returned, ready to get to work.

“Okay…” I whispered, pushing it open on the bed and typing fast as hell. “Spell to keep a spirit in human form… binding ritual… demon resurrection loopholes…” I paused. “Why the fuck do I sound like a whole witch bitch all of a sudden?”

Khalid chuckled behind me, voice thick with sleep and smoke. “You don’t sound like a witch. You sound like a woman who finally got some good dick from a good nigga and don’t wanna lose it.”

I turned my head slowly to look at him over my shoulder. Ol’ fine ass. “And you’re just gonna lie there while I try to keep you from getting sucked back into the grave?” I asked, squinting at him.

He smirked, sitting up against the pillows. “You tryna keep me here, right? That’s your mission now, baby.”

I rolled my eyes. “Wow. Real helpful.”

“You ain’t askin’ the right shit.”

I closed the laptop and faced him, crossing my legs. “Okay then. Help me out. What exactly brought you back? I know the spell, but…”

“Your blood. Your energy. The universe.”

I felt a chill crawl up my spine. “So if that brought you back… then maybe if I recreate the ritual, it can anchor you here somehow.”

“Or bind me in this world and fuck everything up.” I stared at him. He stared back for a moment, and then he grinned. “But I’m down if you are.”

“I just don’t want you to vanish,” I whispered.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Then let’s fuck up some rootwork rules, baby.”

I spent the next three hours deep in research mode while whipping up some dinner.

I had chicken in the oven with garlic spinach and white rice on the stove.

Truthfully, I wasn’t finding shit. Nothing that could keep Khalid here.

Nothing that sounded safe. Nothing that even seemed real half the time.

Most of it was forum junk written by people playing witch for fun.

Or old ass texts scanned and uploaded with half the words faded out.

And the rest was bullshit blog articles about “spiritual ties” and “emotional anchors.”

None of it gave me answers. And the clock on my nightstand was getting really disrespectful with the way it kept ticking closer and closer to midnight. I slammed the laptop closed and let out a loud-ass groan as I stabbed at my chicken.

“Ugh. Why is everything so vague? ‘Sacrifice must match the summoning’? What does that even mean?”

Khalid chuckled, licking his fingers in between bites of food at the kitchen table. “You stressin’, ma.”

“I’m trying not to lose you, and you think it’s cute.”

“Nah, that’s you. All sexy, focused, and frustrated. Poutin’ like that.”

I glanced at him sitting across from me, a frown embedded in my expression. “Khalid. Be serious.”

He smirked. “I am bein’ serious. You don’t even know what you really brought back. You just knew you wanted somethin’… someone.” He stood up, trashed his empty plate, and walked over to me, dick sitting heavy in his boxer briefs.

All I could do was clench my jaw in frustration. “I don’t wanna lose you,” I said again, softer this time.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. His hand slipped between my legs, just resting there, heat to heat, like a promise. “You ain’t gotta lose me,” he said low, smoky. “We just gotta figure out how to do this shit together.”

I smiled despite myself and went back to eating my food while he browsed on my laptop. “Okay, so maybe I’m looking in the wrong places. Maybe this ain’t some basic spell shit. Maybe it’s deeper than that.”

Khalid looked up from the screen, eyes locked on mine. “I told you, my grandmama was on some shit. She used to tell me stories all the time, but I just thought she was a lil’ cooked in the head. So, you right. Shit is deeper, but how deep? Could get dangerous.”

I shrugged, reaching for the bottle of water. “I’m already talking to a dead man with dick game from the underworld. What’s a little danger now?”

He smirked. “True.” I finished up my food and tossed my empty plate in the trash before finishing off my water. And then, like music to my ears, he looked up from my laptop and snapped his fingers. “Midnight Candle — Hoodoo & Voodoo Root Shop. Says it’s open ‘til 3AM.”

“For real?” I damn near floated to his side, pulling the laptop to face me. It was an hour away but worth a fucking shot. My breath caught. “This could be a solution.”

Khalid stood up immediately. “Then let’s slide.”

“Oh, hell no,” I chuckled, pushing his chest slightly. “We gotta shower first. We smell like hella sex.”

He grabbed my ass and slipped his tongue into my mouth. “I could get used to that shit.”

I rolled my eyes but smiled anyway.

The shower was quick, steamy, full of whispered teases and caresses, but we stayed focused.

Kind of. He stepped out first, towel slung low on his hips, his chains already back around his neck.

I watched him in the mirror as I brushed through my hair, still barely able to believe this man wasn’t all the way real.

We got dressed in silence. Not awkward. Just heavy. The air felt charged with something I couldn’t explain, like time was folding in on itself. As we locked up and stepped into the hallway, the wind hit my face sharply and coldly.

The streets were eerily quiet. Halloween night was usually loud and busy, but for whatever reason, outside was silent like something was watching.

I looked over at him, and his profile was strong in the streetlight with that jaw sharp and beard glistening like magic.

I couldn’t let this be the end. Whatever that shop had…

whatever I had to do… I was going to find a way to keep him.

Because losing Khalid wasn’t an option after everything we’d just shared. Not after he made me feel alive in ways I hadn’t in years. And not after he rose from the fucking dead just to devour my pussy and claim my heart in the same night.