Ghosts of Halloween: A Dark Why Choose Romance

He groans, tipping his head down to invite more kisses, and I oblige. I know we fucked tonight, but that was partly for show. This, now, is just for us. And I know there are things Silas won’t let go of, not until his demons are slain, which will never happen now, but I’ll take what he gives me. When we’re alone, he allows himself to be more vulnerable.

I kiss down his neck, tasting his skin with desperation, willing the memory of his taste to burn into me so I’ll always be able to recall it. When his fingers tighten in my hair, I groan, and Silas reaches between us, undoing my fly. His hand curls around my cock and I let out a hot breath and suck his lower lip into my mouth.

I’ll brand the taste and feel of him into my soul so it’s always with me. Wherever I go. Whatever I become.

Silas pulls back, his eyes glassy and hooded as he pants through parted lips, swollen from kissing me. He pushes two fingers in my mouth, and I suck them with a moan until he pulls them out with a wet sound.

“The lube’s upstairs,” he says, kissing down my face when I reach for his fly. “Want me to…”

“No. I’ll be fine.”

He grunts and kisses me when I push my hand down his pants to squeeze my fingers around his perfect cock. Breaking the kiss, Silas reaches around me and presses his wet finger to my hole. He pushes one in, and I tighten my hold on his cock in response, making him groan.

“Two, baby,” I murmur, stroking him slowly in a tight fist. “Need you inside me.”

He kisses the side of my neck and adds the second finger. I’m still a bit slick from before, and it’s easy to relax when he presses so close to me, the muscles in his back playing under my fingers, his hard cock straining in my palm.

Silas groans impatiently when he can’t get as deep as he wants, and he pulls his fingers out. He undresses with quick, jerky movements, and I follow him. When we’re both naked, he grips my hand, guiding me to the old couch. I make to turn so my back’s to him, but he grips my arm, shaking his head. “I want to see you.”

That’s a level of vulnerability he rarely allows himself, and I gulp, my throat tight. I lie down on the couch, bending my knees, and Silas settles between my legs with a shaky sigh, watching me with dark eyes. His face is sharp with the intensity of his emotions, but his mouth is soft and his touch gentle when he runs his fingers up my thighs.

The couch is narrow, but there’s just enough space for me to open my legs so he fits between them. Instead of entering me like I expect him to, Silas leans closer and kisses me, gripping both our cocks in his fist and stroking hard until one of my piercings digs into the side of his cockhead. He hisses and plunges his tongue deep in my mouth, giving a low moan when I palm his ass to press him closer.

He pulls back from the kiss, his mouth still touching mine, hot breath teasing my lips. “I’m not letting you go,” he says hoarsely. “Whatever happens, I’ll go with you.”

He kisses me again, so hot and hungry that I shake under him, my cock throbbing in his tight fist. When Silas pulls back, hiking my knees higher so he can line his cock with my hole, I reach for his cheek, looking into his open, desperate face.

“Good thing we’ll both end up in hell, then.”

He gives me a crooked grin and presses his cock closer. I push against him, and he sinks in with a low moan. I gulp a deep breath, relaxing to soothe the sting, and he pushes deeper, until all the empty space between us is obliterated.

He stops, gulping hungry breaths, and I grip the back of his head, wrapping my legs around him. I desperately cling to the present, even though terror of the future threatens to drown me. If Jack’s plan doesn’t work and Harlow dies for good, we’ll be gone with her. Maybe we’ll turn to nothing. Maybe there is heaven and hell, and we’ll end up in the latter for our many sins.

Or maybe it will work, and we’ll stay together as ghosts forever. And I love Silas, I love his soul. I’ll be happy to spend eternity with him, as insubstantial as we’ll be. And yet…

“God, I’ll miss this,” I croak when he pulls back and flexes his hips, sinking deep into me with a groan. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me good.”

Silas builds a steady rhythm, his lips claiming mine in a hungry kiss as he pounds into me. Our tongues wrestle, and he swallows my moans until he thrusts too fast to keep kissing me, and I let loose, groaning louder and louder with each jarring thrust of his thick cock.

Earlier tonight, I told Harlow there is an art to sex. But there is nothing artful about the way Silas fucks me. His upper lip is pulled back, baring his teeth, his forehead lined with tension, brows pulled low over his eyes. He looks predatory and unhinged, but the sound that tears out of him when he drives deep as I desperately pull him closer, my hands gripping his hips, is surprisingly vulnerable. A low moan that makes my heart throb achingly.

He kisses me, his hips flexing as he fucks me with small movements, buried so deep and deliciously pressed against my prostate. I groan loudly into his mouth, body starting to shake, and Silas moans again, pulling back a bit so he can grip my cock. He jerks me off fast, and, though I desperately try to hold on to make this last longer, I’m helpless against him.

“Come for me, Cay.”

I groan at the gritty sound of his voice, my body locking as tremors spread through me, my cock bucking in his fist. I try to hold it back, but my orgasm barrels through me, hot tension bursting with release in my chest, balls, my cock. My ass squeezes around him as my cock starts shooting, hot cum covering my stomach and chest.

Silas snarls and fucks me harder, driving that orgasm into me until I claw at his back, the sounds coming out of my throat undignified and primal. He stills, his cock pulsing with his release as he comes into my body, pushing deeper and deeper with small grunts.

When I relax, giving him a dazed look, he is still upright, braced on trembling hands. He pulls out slowly, making me hiss, and then leans to my chest, licking my cum off my skin with long swipes of his hot tongue.

“Silas,” I breathe, shaking. He’s never done this before. “What are you…”

“You’ll always be a part of me,” he says after swallowing the last drops. “Fuck. I wish… I should have worked through my issues, Cay. I was a coward.”

“Don’t say that,” I say, cupping his cheek. “You’re the best person I know.”

He shakes his head, sitting up with a heavy breath. “I thought we had time. Doesn’t matter now. How much till dawn?”

“Three hours, give or take,” I say hoarsely, sitting up so I can stroke his back. “Want to go back upstairs?”

He shakes his head. “Let’s give Jack a bit more time. And then… Guess we can fool around some more. All four of us.”

He gives me a wary look like he expects me to tell him off for fucking Harlow earlier, but I’ll never judge him. He’s always been understanding with me despite his jealousy. I’ll be the same.

“Guess we should clean up then,” I say with a wry smile, standing up to gather my clothes. “Come on, baby.”

He snorts with irritation but doesn’t comment, and I grin at him, pushing the terrible longing I already feel for him down and deep so it doesn’t hold me back from enjoying my last hours having a body.

Three hours until dawn.