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“Oh God, Pierce”
“That’s right, baby I’ether, and he tilted his hand, finding the spot he’d sought Her rowled in the back of his throat, pulled away, kicking off his shoes, and stripped down Nude, he helped her shed her clothing and knelt between her legs
“I want to be inside you, D” He pal her with shallow thrusts “To feel that tight little pussy of yours around my cock” He slipped the head inside and paused
“Don’t you dare stop” Her eyes ild, and she tried to rock her hips He held her down onto the mattress with a firm hand on her waist
“I’ for your answer”
“Yes, now”
He pushed inside, stretching her slowly, and they both moaned Buried inside the woether like dancers who’d perforraphed nuht with her legs and the fingers she wound around his arms In her eyes, he saw the potential for a lifetiether in an explosion that burned molten
Delanced at the man beside her who slept soundly Why am I awake? A look to her left at the clock beside revealed the early hour: 3:30 She sat up on the bed and frowned Nothing looked out of place, and the room remained silent A cold draft crept over her skin A white cloud developed in front of her, and she rubbed her arhts flickered in the bathroo silently across the floor Pierce wouldn’t want her to go in, and she felt compelled to do just that Careful not to wake him, she entered the bathroohts came on full power, and the coldness increased in the room
“Hello?” she asked quietly
The woman appeared before her Demi jumped Unsure what to do next, she remained still and silent The woman leaned forward and touched her shoulder The room tilted on its axis, and wet cotton filled the space between her ears Demi reached out and clutched the bathroom counter to steady herself The sensation passed, and she opened her eyes The scene played out in front of her on an invisible movie screen The hotel as it once looked stood in front of her with the ghost, alive and well, though solemn She turned to look at the apparition
“This is you?”
The apparition nodded and pointed She raced to the desk, her hair flowing behind her back
“Any word yet from my love?”
“Any news frohost asked
The clerk gave her a sorrow-tinged smile “Not yet, Bronwyn”