Part of him imagined he was hallucinating as Helia's hand dropped like a lead weight to his shaft, but it was a bit hard to imagine the feeling as she wrapped her fingers around it and pulled upward straight over his skintight suit.

"Helia." Ghost hissed the word in what might have been objection, but he would never know as she pulled his chin lower and covered his mouth with her lips. Cinders did not hesitate once they'd made up their mind, Ghost had to learn, and he couldn't keep himself from touching Helia's face and returning her kiss. It was awkwardly his first, despite having felt Stone do so a number of times, and he wanted it to last.

Ghost pulled back but only so that he could move the kiss to the bottom of her lips with the barest of touch, feeling her breath as he learned the outside of her mouth. With his fingers, he trailed the plump rise of her bottom lip, and with his mouth he learned the shape, running his mouth against the dips in the side before delicately kissing her top lip. When he leaned back the barest of an inch, Helia's drowsy eyes had opened fully, glowing red under the moonlight as her now free lips parted.

"If anyone is to make your dreams come true, Helia Cinder, it will be me," Ghost said into her mouth as he slid his fingers back into her hair.

"I have an aversion to those who believe in a male dominating patriarchy," Helia replied into the side of his face as she trailed her fingers down his arm and found his fingers. "Women have much more power to grant the dreams on men." Helia's smirk had him chuckling.

"That is only because most men you have met have shallow dreams," Ghost countered, as Helia nudged him further into the corner.

Ghost found that seat he'd been looking for earlier in the form of a cushioned bench, deep enough to accommodate him leaning back as much as it supported her thighs straddling him as she climbed on after. Nothing shielded him from her bare sex gliding across his shaft, and his head fell back against the wall as he panted in the scent of her moisture as she completely ruined his body suit.

"This is very in the way," Helia whispered into his neck, tugging on the black fabric gathered there.

As if she needed to prove it, she pressed her lower half down on his arousal, and he moaned as the tip of him slipped inside of her. The fabric kept him covered, but not enough to block her warmth as she took him in as far as the spandex would allow, soaking through the fabric to his skin beneath. And she didn't stop, lifting and dropping, in and out, and he was again entirely sure he was hallucinating all of this. Something had torn away Helia's reservations about him, and the ravenous woman left behind might eat him alive.

"Can I take this off?" Helia slid her hands down the fabric, acting like he would do anything but beg her to do just that.

The single clip at his neck separated easily, giving Helia enough room to maneuver it over his shoulders and down to his waist. Making sure to keep him harder than a diamond, she trailed her hands down his body as she went, tracing his shoulder blades, rounding his biceps, and grazing his nipples as she pressed her hand to his pectoral muscle. Before she could peel the moist fabric off of his erection, he stole her fingers and brought them to his lips

"Would you stay like this a moment?" Ghost whispered into her shoulder, and she settled onto his lap, her opening eagerly accepting the half of him that managed to stretch through the spandex. "I need to know all of you, Helia Cinder." Ghost managed the words despite the gentle rise of his hips as she took him in.

It was in his nature to learn everything about anyone he interacted with, and with Helia it was no different, only stronger. Stone spent every day by her side or within sense, whereas Ghost lived his life away from her. The need to know her every curve and the feel of her magic and body consumed him as he closed his eyes to breathe in her scent as he trailed the backs of his knuckles over her cheek. They ran the shape of her jaw bone before he dropped his fingertips to her throat and delicately ran his thumbs down the center until his hands touched the tops of her shoulders.

Pulling her forward stole her breath, and she gasped as he rolled his hands down her back. Ice tuned to warmth as he tread the dip of her deck before following the lines of her shoulder blades. The valley drew his hands along her spine, and Helia wrapped her arms around his back to rest on his chest as he angled his hands to caress her hips. Each one of her muscles was toned to support her warrior lifestyle, yet he found the barest of fat around her sides as he rounded her behind and gripped her entire body to him.

"Ghost," Helia moaned into his neck as he crawled his hands back, his fingers exerting just enough pressure to leave a lingering pleasantness before he advanced. Ghost kissed the side of her neck as he pushed her back to reveal her front, and Helia scrambled before she landed on his other hand. A blush of embarrassment reddened her face as she allowed herself to lay back against his open palm.

"I won't drop you," Ghost breathed into her lips as he followed, kissing her with the barest of force before he lowered his mouth to her chin. He couldn't help but nibble her skin as he progressed, but Helia didn't mind his fangs as she reached her hands up into his hair. Those strong fingers flooded him with light magic that he couldn't get enough of as he left a trail of gentle pressure under her chin, down her throat and at the juncture between her neck and shoulder.

It took some effort to pluck her fingers from his short, pitch hair so he could travel lower, kissing the skin from her shoulder to her collarbone tenderly. The path of his kisses between her breasts had Helia's lower half arching, and he bit his lip as he tried to keep himself calm. This was yet finished, and he could not have Helia until it was.

Making his way to Helia's navel would separate them, and he hadn't that much composure, so he returned to the place he knew she was thinking about. A breath from his lips was all the warning Helia got before his tongue darted out and licked up the hard nub at the tip of her breast. Helia's fingers dug into his scalp with her gasp on pleasure, and a low growl had his mouth trembling as he sucked the tip of her breast fully into his mouth.

"Ghost." Ghost liked the sound of his name gasped from Helia's lips, but the volume of the moan that followed as he rolled her between his teeth gently had him pausing. "Don't worry," she gasped as he bit down hard enough to elicit a cry of ecstasy. "Pyre passed out from exhaustion after that creep Talamayas Sol mangled him. He won't wake unless I scream like I'm dying."

The creep part he'd have to deal with later, but for now, he would log his appreciation for his master into the back of his mind as he paid her right breast as much attention as the first. It became harder to focus as Helia ran her fingers back and forth over his scalp, moaning things like, just like that, more, and harder. The last had him biting her nipple so hard that he nearly broke the skin of her breast with his elongated fang. If he lingered any longer, he was likely to bite her, and he wanted to keep his urge for blood out of his first encounter.

Later, when she knew him better, he would slake his thirst for blood and sex together, but for now, he wanted to purely enjoy her pleasure.

Ghost left her breasts with a breath that stiffened her and resulted in a moan of protest. He brought her hand up to his lips to kiss her palm as he spun them around, settling her upright onto the cushions and separating their melded hips. Helia's impatient fingers fiddled with the cushion as her eyes followed him, lowering as he knelt on a discarded cushion to keep his knees from bruising on the anti-magic tile. His hand slipping up between her calves gave her fingers something to do, and she gripped the fabric beneath her as he lifted between the soft flesh of her thighs. A quiver ran through her body as he added his other hand and snapped her knees open. The gasp had him checking Helia's facial expression for acceptance, and while she bit her lip, her eyes were peeled, watching his every movement with fascination

Ghost closed his eyes with a low purr as he pulled her forward to the edge of the bench, breathing in the scent of her sex already leaking its juices onto the fabric beneath. Using a single finger, he trailed the outside of her crease, relishing the whimper of pleasure that escaped Helia's lips as moisture leaked from her lips onto it. A blush colored Helia's face near as red as her curls, but he wasn't satisfied with the color until he licked his finger, tasting her as she watched and earning him a low moan.

The soft sound had him singly focused on heightening it, and he splayed his hands on her inner thighs as he dipped his thumbs into the moist, overlapping skin. Helia's opening parted without needing them as he widened her thighs, dripping juices onto his fingers, and he brought his face in for what he desired. Helia dropped her head to the side with quick breaths of anticipation, but she kept her chin angled down to watch his every move. Those burning eyes pinned to his tongue as it left his mouth had him panting, quick, hot breaths onto her sex.

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