Dirty Talking with the Ghost: A Monster Erotica

Liam has only 45 minutes before the Witching Hour passes and is determined to make every second in the land of the living count. He has waited an entire year for this night, and he wants to act out all her fantasies.

Excerpt:

“You can see me?” Liam asked, as he waved a hand before my eyes. 

I was too tired to slap it away, but I wasn’t even sure if I could. He was a Ghost. A Ghost I knew and cared for, but I couldn’t understand how he was suddenly here.

“Yes, but how?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” Liam said as he moved closer to the bed. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes,” I said as I sat up on shaky arms.

His hand cupped my cheek, and we both gasped as I could feel his cold fingers touch my overheated skin. He was chilly, but somehow solid. I lifted my hand up to his, pushing it closer to my cheek and reveling in the feel of him.

“It is your holiday,” I said with a smile.

Liam looked at my alarm clock. “It’s the witching hour. That’s why. This is the time of year when the veil between the living and the dead is the thinnest, and I am going to enjoy every second, baby girl. All those things I’ve promised you are going to come true in the next forty-five minutes,” he said, before kissing me.

I moaned into the kiss, loving the feel of his solid lips on mine. I’d dreamed of this moment for so long, but I didn’t even know what to do when it became real. His hand moved to my neck, grabbing it as he described doing so many times before. His cold fingers branded my overheated skin, and I moaned in response.

“I’m going to take you so hard you’ll feel me until next year,” Liam murmured against my lips.

“Yes, please, take me, use me. I’m all yours,” I said, making him groan.

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Reader advisory: This story contains explicit sex scenes between a corporal male Ghost and a human female.

Dirty Talking with the GHost is a 5.3k words, steamy, hot, erotic, Paranormal, short story. Explicit sex scenes, standalone, no cheating or cliffhangers.  

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