Restless Spirits

“Yes.” She rose onto her knees, thrusting her hips and tightening her walls around his finger. He added another, and she cried out. Blood rushed to his cock. Precum spilled from his tip. She was a thing of beauty, driven by her desire and unhampered by inhibitions.

“You’re so pretty when you fuck my fingers like that.”

“Jesus.” She bucked against him, and he angled his fingers, hitting the bundle of nerves that made her twitch and come apart. He continued his stroke as she tightened around him. She rested her face on the bed, and he removed his fingers, sucking her nectar off them.

“So sweet. I’m tempted to eat you. But it’s been too long since I felt you wrapped around my cock.” He unbuttoned his pants, s

hoving them down along with his boxers, and stepped out of the material. Palming his dick, he knelt on the bed and hooked his arms underneath her body, lifting her onto her knees.

“You ready for me, D?” He nudged her slick apex with his head.

“Fuck, yes.”

He drove home, holding her body against his chest as he rode her hard. Her nails dug into his arms. The slap of flesh and the scent of lovemaking filled the room.

“So good. So good,” he chanted, nipping at her neck.

They moved together, a frenzy of heated limbs. She flexed her muscles, and he exploded inside her.

Chapter Nine

Demi sighed as she sank into the tub. She felt better being in Pierce’s home. The activity had ramped up in her home. Lights flickered. Things rattled and fell off shelves and walls. Every moment she had the intense sensation of being watched. Rolling her shoulders she allowed the bubbles to soothe her stiff muscles. She leaned back against the tub and closed her eyes. Her head jerked to the left. She opened her eyes and saw the water had turned to blood. A strong pull dragged her under the water. Swallowing water, she struggled against the invisible force, thrashing as she gripped the side of the bathtub. She broke the surface, sucking in air before she went back under. Her chest burned. Her vision blurred. She sucked another mouthful of air.

“Demi.” Pierce’s voice was muffled beneath the water. She continued to fight weakly. Her movements grew sluggish. Exhaustion set in. Her vision dimmed, and water rolled into her mouth.

“Demi, open your eyes. Demi.” The tapping on her face woke her. She turned to her side and expelled water.

“That’s it. Let the water out.” Pierce’s voice and warm hands on her back were reassuring. He laid her down, and she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Have to go.” She forced the words from her burning throat.

“What happened? Did you fall asleep?”

“No.” She shook her head. “We need to leave.”

Power still filled the air, and she knew the torment wasn’t over. Terrified, she struggled to escape his hold. “Now, we need to go now.”

“Are we back to this again?” He shook his head, running his fingers over her head. “I need to make sure you didn’t hit your head.”

She covered his hands, stilling his action. “Listen to me! It’s time to leave.”

The mirror on the wall exploded, and she flinched. The lights flickered, and the bulbs blew one by one.

“What the hell is going on?” Pierce’s head swung left to right.

“Pierce.” He stood, taking her with him. The door slammed shut.

Pitch dark, except for a streak of moonlight, the bathroom Demi adored had become a portal straight from hell.

A numbing cold settled over her skin. Her teeth chattered, and her body shook as it tried to warm up.

“Jesus.” Pierce grabbed a towel off the rack on the back of the door, wrapped it around her body, and jiggled the knob.

A pale face appeared in the moonlight.

“Pierce.” She gripped his shirt tight as the apparition filled in. Dressed from head to toe in a gray gown that buttoned down the front, nipped in at the waist, and belled out with a petite coat, the female wore her hair parted in the middle and pulled back. A stern expression and downturned mouth made her oval-shaped face terrifying. High cheekbones stood out sharp enough to cut. Her eyes were red from busted blood vessels, and dark bruises marred her neck in the distinct shape of fingers.

“Do you see her?” Demi said.