Page 26 of Possession

“My monster,” I murmured against his lips, the vow otherworldly and concrete.

“Yours,” he replied, sealing the promise with the only word that ever mattered.

As pleasure ascended higher, the atmosphere came alive with energy, our surroundings bursting in colour as we repeatedly joined as one.

An electrical energy began digging into my skin. My bloodstream raced with adrenaline and somethingmore, as if the ghosts were rising from their graves to celebrate in our union.

That was when a niggling memory resurfaced—the remnants of a past conversation flitting through my mind, refusing to cease.

“What was the gift back then, Grey? The priceless family heirloom?”

His features lit up with exhilaration before he caught my lips in a searing, deep kiss.

I distantly processed him running something through his hands. However, that didn’t stop the punishing momentum of his cock entering me time and again.

Every single inch that he gave had my neurotransmitters firing with arousal, and I knew I was close to the edge.

“Come for me, little rabbit. Coat me in your cum and I’ll reward you.NOW!”

And who was I to refuse?

My orgasm detonated through my system, the aftershocks prolonged, riding on forever.

Greyson continued to pump in and out, lengthening my pleasure whilst chasing his own. Taking advantage of my blissed-out state, he then slipped a cold chain around my neck, and I felt the heavy pendant settle between my breasts.

“Happy belated birthday,darling...It belonged to him,” he said, flicking his chin to the shrine standing tall behind his back. “My ancestor gifted it to his wife on their wedding day.”

As my gaze raised over his shoulder to the spot he was referring, a cascade of emotions took me unawares.

Placed centre stage on the shelf was a black-and-white wedding photo, so clear as if the occupants were standing right there.

They look like us.But from a different time, another era entirely.

It felt as if I were staring at my own reflection, except I was wearing an 1800s wedding dress.

Although that sight was disturbing, my eyes seemed to sink into the husband—Greyson’s forebear and physical counterpart. Their features were identical except for the way they smiled.

The precursor version wore a pristine tailcoat suit, a matching top hat, with a beautiful brooch attached to his breast—one I had seen countless times before…on my ghost.

Terror soon took over, awareness pulling on the seams of my mind as my hand slowly enclosed the pendant sitting on my chest. I then unfurled my fingers to reveal my new gift, andeverythingsuddenly clicked into place.

Sitting in the palm of my hand was the same decorative piece. Except it was real.

A beautiful ruby brooch, the shade of running blood, repurposed into a necklace.

And when my panicked gaze raised to the monster still thrusting inside me, his eyes flickered from the usual grey to glowing, iridescent white—then, his smile changed.

I was no longer looking at Greyson. It was someone else entirely—another who held just as much of a claim on me, the very one who haunted my dreams.

That was when my living poltergeist pressed his lips to my frozen ones, his kiss entirely different from the boy that he’d possessed.

An intrinsic need rushed forth from the very depths of me. A need I never wanted to surrender, but one he ripped out of me all the same.

My body betrayed me, my senses overtaken. When he shuddered and met his climax, I joined him over that cliff.

Then he gave me his same promise, the final words that would remain with me forevermore.

“You are mine in every lifetime.”

My scream reverberated off the tomb walls, accompanied by the Bartholomew cathedral bells that signalled midnight.

The echoes were daunting, mixing with the cheers of Halloween celebration.

The End