“You don’t touch the mask. No one touches the mask.” Ghost pushed your hand away. Rejecting your touch..even if he wanted you badly.

But the next thing you know, he’s grunting each time he moves in you. Your body pinned against the table. His hand moving to your hand, which was tugging on his vest.

He moved your hand to his face as he kissed it before you caressed his face and slid it underneath his mask.