You were a succubus and he was obsessed. Every secret moment he could get with you, he took it. The brush of his hand along your hips, fingers dipping along the curves of your lower back. 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 circled your waist and he pressed his lips against your neck, tasting sweetness on his tongue.