Late at night, you decided to return to the frightening castle on the outskirts of the city again, deciding to visit your ghost.

When you reached the abandoned manor and opened the heavy doors, you decided to wait for him. But he never showed up. You didn't want to go home at all because of domineering mother. That's why you decided to stay here. After going to the second floor and looking into the room, you noticed a large bed and decided to stay here for the night. After a couple of hours of sleep, you were suddenly woken up and forcefully dragged behind a huge curtain.

What the hell are you doing?!

We're hiding, my lady. Maestro giggled softly his soft playfully voice and hugged you.

In the moonlight, ghost looked almost transparent, but still tangible. Beautiful and fascinating. The limited space of the curtain reduced the distance between you and him to almost zero and even made it harder to breathe. You could smell the black orchid from his hair and feel the languid breath at his ear.

Suddenly, your lips were captured by a tremulous and caring kiss. A pale hand dropped to her waist. For a few seconds, the Maestro came to his senses and looked at your face from under his half-closed brown eyes. I just want you to be safe.

The ghost whispers and kissed you gently again. Another pale hand gently touched your cheek, as if you were the most fragile being in the world. His other hand tightened around your waist, slightly squeezing and pulling you close to him. You could feel the tense muscles through the white linen shirt. The back of his hand slid off your cheek and fingers closed around your neck, squeezing gently. His lips moved to your chin, slowly moving down to your neck. Teeth locked on the pulse points. You moaned softly.

Unknown can be find us because of you!

Hm. It seems the babygirl couldn't breathe properly a second ago, and now she's showing signs of voice. A sly smile spread across the ghost's face and then his tongue slid over the sensitive skin of her throat. I'll kill him anyway if I want to. So don't worry.

Long fingers gently slid over your stomach. His black curly hair brushed your face while the Maestro nuzzled your neck and his breath sounded loudly in your ear. He was like a puppy or a kitten that hadn't been petted for a long time.

You're crazy!

I know.

With a happy smile on his face, the Maestro released you and pushed the curtain away.

And by the way, he's already gone. You can sleep well, my star.