Page 50 of Ghost Of You

A deep, satisfied chuckle escapes me, the sound vibrating through my chest. Her response tells me I've already taken her breath away. I feel a surge of possessive pleasure, knowing that the control I crave is mine and that she's utterly under my spell.

I let go of her hips, my hand sliding up to caress her face. My thumb brushes over her lips, sending a shiver through her. The tension between us is electric. In a swift, fluid motion, our lips collide. The kiss is fierce, hungry, and unrestrained. I let my tongue explore her mouth, dominating the kiss, and she meets my intensity with equal fervour.

As we continue to kiss, my hands find her leather jacket, hungrily pulling it off her shoulders. She discards it carelessly, letting it fall to the floor. Her fingers move to my jacket, swiftly pushing it aside. Our clothes become a tangle on the floor as she pulls her t-shirt over her head, revealing a striking red lace bra.

I can't help but drink in the sight of her. My breath catches as my hands roam over her exposed skin, feeling the warmth and softness beneath my fingertips. She gasps at my touch, her body reacting with a mix of excitement and anticipation. Her eyes flutter closed as I explore her body, my lands lingering over her breasts.

With a swift motion, she undoes my belt, tossing it aside before her hands eagerly explore the waistband of my boxers. I groan as she grips my growing erection through the fabric, the heat of her touch driving me wild.

She's trying to maintain control, but I'm not about to let that happen. I lift her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist. I carry her into the open-plan kitchen and set her on the counter, the cool surface contrasting with our heated bodies.

I break the kiss and kneel, pulling off her boots with deliberate slowness. Standing up, I unzip her pants, and she helps by lifting her hips. As I slide her pants down, they join the pile ofdiscarded clothing. Her sun-kissed skin, adorned with tattoos and her enticing red lingerie, is an intoxicating sight.

I run my hands up her legs, feeling her shiver under my touch. As I reach her hips, I pull her closer to the edge of the counter, our faces just inches apart. Her flushed expression and heavy breathing tell me I'm on the right track.

"Killian" she breathes, her voice thick with desire.

She leans in for a kiss, but just as our lips are about to meet, I flip her around and bend her over the counter. A moan escapes her lips, sending a jolt of pleasure through me, making my cock twitch.

I deliver a sharp smack to her ass, the sound echoing through the room. Her gasp is music to my ears. She looks over her shoulder at me, a wicked smirk on her lips.

"Say it again, beautiful," I growl, my voice laced with command. "Howvanillaam I?"

Her flush deepens, and she bites her lip. "Very," she breathes out. "Very vanilla."

I spank her again, harder this time, causing her to gasp and shudder. My hand slides between her legs, feeling her arousal through her underwear. Her breath hitches as I tease her, making her eyes lock onto mine with a pleading look.

"Are you going to be a good girl?" I ask, my voice a low, demanding growl. "Or am I going to have to punish you?"

"I'm yours," she murmurs, a sultry smile on her lips. "You can do whatever you want."

Her surrender is intoxicating. I pull my hand away, smirking, and then I instruct her to stand up straight and keep her back to me.

I step closer, my chest pressing against her back, my erection rubbing against her. I wrap one arm around her waist and my hand around her throat, tilting her head back and exposing her neck.

I kiss her neck slowly, savouring each touch and the soft, approving hums she emits. When I nip at her skin, she shudders, her body wriggling against me in a mix of desire and impatience.

"Patience, beautiful," I whisper, feeling her body tense in excitement.

My free hand trails up her thigh, playing with the hem of her thong. Her movements grow more erratic, her breaths more laboured. I graze her sensitive folds, feeling her arousal through the thin fabric. She moans softly, her eyes fluttering closed.

I pull my hand away, savouring her taste as I raise my fingers to my lips. Her eyes follow the movement, a hungry look in her gaze. I let her taste herself on me when our lips meet again, the kiss deepening with our shared desire.

Returning my hand to its previous position, I slide a finger under the thong and into her. She gasps, her head resting back against me. I kiss and nip at her neck as I add another finger. Her moans grow louder, more urgent, and I quicken the pace, driving her closer to the edge.

"Killian," she whimpers. "I'm going to come."

Hearing her nearing her climax, I withdraw my fingers, making her whimper in frustration. Her eyes fly open, burning with need.

"You don't get to come until I say so," I command, my voice firm and authoritative.

Before she can protest, I push her forward, tearing off her thong and tossing it aside. Her bare skin is tantalising, and she shakes her ass at me, which I smack again, leaving a bright red mark. Her gasp and the look over her shoulder tell me she's enjoying the game.

"You like that?" I ask, my smirk matching hers.

She bites her lip, nodding eagerly. "Do it again," she pleads.

I comply, delivering a sharper smack this time. She gasps and moans, her body trembling with the impact. I pull down myboxers, my erection springing free, and she looks at me with a mix of hunger and desperation.