CHAPTER #2
The ghost’s transparent mouth stayed on her breast a moment longer, sucking deeply, tongue circling the stiffened nipple before he finally released it with a slow pull. A faint dark mark was already forming near the peak — a soft hickey left by lips that weren’t fully solid, yet somehow strong enough to bruise.
He moved to the other breast and did the same. Slow, wet, thorough. When he lifted his head again, both of her nipples were wet and flushed, each with a faint reddish mark just beside them.
Then his mouth drifted higher.
Cool lips brushed the side of her neck. Mira tilted her head without thinking, giving him more room. The ghost kissed her there — open-mouthed, lingering — before sucking gently on the soft skin just below her ear. The pressure increased. He held the kiss longer, tongue tasting her, until a clear hickey bloomed on her neck. He placed another one lower, closer to the curve of her shoulder, then trailed wet kisses across her collarbone and down the top of her shoulder, leaving soft red marks wherever his mouth lingered.
His large hands never stopped moving.
While his mouth worked on her neck and shoulder, one hand returned to her breast, squeezing and lifting the heavy flesh, thumb stroking over the fresh hickey near her nipple. The other hand slid downward.
Cool fingers traced the soft skin of her stomach.
He explored her tummy with slow, deliberate strokes — palm gliding over the gentle curve, fingers spreading wide to feel the warmth of her skin. He dipped lower, following the line of her waist, gripping the narrowest part of her with both hands for a moment, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh just above her hips. The touch was firm, possessive, as if he was measuring how small she felt in his grip.
Then his fingers moved inward again.
He circled her navel slowly. One fingertip traced the rim, then dipped lightly inside, teasing the sensitive hollow. He leaned down and pressed a cool kiss just above her navel, then another directly on it, tongue flicking once against the soft skin. His hands held her waist the entire time, thumbs stroking back and forth along the sensitive skin on either side of her belly button while his mouth played there.
Mira’s breathing had grown heavier. Her back arched slightly off the bed, pushing her stomach up toward his touch. The silk sheet still covered her from the hips down, but above it she was completely bare — breasts marked, neck marked, stomach warm and sensitive under his hands and mouth.
The ghost lifted his head from her navel and looked up at her face. His transparent fingers gave her waist one last slow squeeze, then slid back up to cup her breasts again, thumbs brushing over the hickeys near her nipples.
He leaned close to her neck once more, voice like a low breath against her skin.
*“More…”*
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