You were an incubus and he was obsessed. Every secret moment he could get with you, he took it. The brush of his hand along your arms, fingers squeezing the muscles of your chest. He craved the heated looks you gave him.

"Is this what you wanted?" You ask softly as you pull him against you, your lips pressed against his ear. "Do you want to be caught?"

Ghost didn't answer as his hands gripped your hips and he mouthed along your collarbone.