Phantom Touch #4

I was the slave, he the master.
My body shivered with excitement when the window ahead of me slid itself open. Through the crack a fog slipped into the room, a dark, familiar fog. The cool night air washed over my glistening, sweat-soaked body, but all I felt was the climbing of the dark mist inside my body. It slid out of my mouth and dipped down into my shirt. The mist caressed my bare, heated skin and toyed with my pert buds before it swept out the bottom.
As it had done before, the mist joined the fog, and from their union a phantom was born. He looked so real, so handsome, and so perfect. My half-lidded eyes watched him stride slowly toward me. He had that wicked grin on his red, inviting lips. My chest was heaving, my heart was madly pumping. He towered over me and reached up to caress my cheek with the back of his hand. I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch, so soft and caring.
“So beautiful,” he whispered. I opened my eyes and a faint blush came to my face at the compliment, but I wanted more. I wanted his hands all over me and his lips suckling at my buds. His grin grew wider. “I can see the need in your eyes. They call out to me like beacons leading me to a safe, soothing harbor.” He stepped forward and pressed himself against me. I was trapped, and never in my life had I ever liked it so much. His sultry voice tempted me, teased me with promises of pleasure. “Do you want me to take you, to make you mine?”
I shuddered at the question. How could I have ever vowed not to see this man again? “Y-yes,” I whispered back.
He leaned in and his lips brushed against my neck. His words tickled my flesh and the heat slid over me as though I was wrapped in a serpent of sensuality. The flames of my need slipped over my breasts and down my stomach to pool between my legs. I softly moaned and his chuckle reverberated against my skin. “You’re ready for me, I can feel it.” One of his hands reached down to cup my groin in his fingers. I gasped and grabbed his forearms. My legs shook and I clutched onto him to keep from falling over. I bit my lip when his fingers pressed up against my sensitive clit. His free hand grasped my chin and forced me to look up into his face. “None of that, now,” he softly commanded. “I want to hear your pleasure.
He swooped down and captured my lips in a hot, passionate kiss. His fingers performed their magic between my legs, sliding between my soaked folds. Pleasure rippled through my body and my hips pushed against him, wanting to follow the rhythm of his teasing touches. There was too much clothing for me to be satisfied, so I reached down and unclasped the borrowed jeans. He brushed aside my hand and slipped his own into my panties. His fingers were warm, oh so warm, and soon they were soaked with my need. That made it easier to rub against me, to pleasure me, and I broke our kiss to let out a shuddered moan.
His own lust for me was evident by the corners of his mouth and in his narrowed eyes. They were tense, strained. My legs quivered, and when one of his fingers slid inside of me I nearly toppled to the ground. He swiftly bent down, lifted me into his arms, and carried me to my bed. His shirt was flung aside as I did the same with mine. My pants and panties went next, but I noticed he paused, hesitated. I squirmed above the silky sheets, naked and needy. My body was on fire and his touch was the only thing that would tame these flames.
But he only sat there beside my bed, his face held in a grimace and his eyes focused on my body. His hands gripped the sides so tightly that I swear the wood cracked beneath his fingers. “What’s wrong?” I asked in a voice more sultry than concerned.
His voice was thick with need but tinged with seriousness. “I feel I must warn you about our union. If we join here in body, then we join in soul, after which you will never be the same,” he whispered to me. Some of my lust was extinguished with those scary words.
I sat up, pulled some covers over my naked body and looked him in the eyes. All the questions I’d wanted to ask earlier sprang to mind. “What does that mean? That I’ll never be the same again? Why do you want to join with me? Why are you even wandering around like you are?”
He gazed into my eyes, maybe into my very soul. I felt he was looking for something, an answer to his own questions. “You have no doubt heard tales of me, of my sudden death and wanderings?”
“Yes, but not why you’re walking around,” I told him.
A wry smile crept across his lips. “It is all for a woman. I was presented with a number of women to be my wife, and yet none of them suited me. They were ugly, inside and out, and too stupid to tolerate. My neighbors took offense at my refusal and vowed I would remain celibate all my days. I told them I would search for the perfect woman even if it took me all of eternity. I even went so far as to build a mausoleum for two people before I-” He paused and a troubled expression crossed his face.
“Before you died?” I guessed.
I was surprised when he gravely shook his head. “No, much worse. I was murdered.”
My mouth dropped open. That was a heavier charge than I was expecting. “B-but why? How could anyone do that to you?”
His voice was bitter, angry. Those soft eyes were terrible to behold when the red color in them blazoned up. “For the honor of their womenfolk and the valuable land I once held. There was no better farmland in the county than the land held by me, and even before I was buried they’d claimed it as their own.”
I stiffened when I recalled what Mrs. Stefan told me about their family getting the farmland. Ashley’s ancestors were the ones who had murdered him and taken his property. “So that’s why you haunt them,” I whispered. “For revenge.”
“Yes, and to seek out the bride I could never obtain in life.” He smiled at me and the ire faded away. His hands reached out and clasped my own. “Fortune has finally brought her to me, and it is you, lovely Jessica.” I blushed at the compliment, but his cheerful expression slipped away. He was nervous, afraid. “And now I have told you everything, but will you accept me? Do you not fear me and my love that transcends even death?”
I squeezed his hands and shook my head. “How could I be afraid of you? You’ve been kind to me, though kind of creepy, too, but I guess you can’t stop that, can you?”
He smiled. “I’m afraid that is unavoidable. It comes with my existence.”
“But what about your existence? How is this going to work, anyway? You said something about our souls becoming one or something?”
He nodded. “Yes. Our souls will join and you will be mine forever. I will be a constant in your life rather than here in these brief nocturnal visits.” He looked into my eyes searching for something. “Do you love me enough to make such a sacrifice? To join me in this existence?”
My heart thumped in my chest. I had a big choice to make. “So I’ll be a ghost like you? Do I…do I need to die?”
“No, only accept me into you. We will live together, sharing in each other’s company for your entire life.”
My panic lessened at that threat to my life, and I wondered about what he was asking. Being stuck with a ghost for my entire life, albeit a sexy one. All I had to do was let him into my body, something I was very eager to do right now, anyway. I wouldn’t need to find myself a husband, and I’d have all the perks of a sexual relationship with a handsome man. I couldn’t see any downsides.
His hands shook when I grinned at him. I leaned over and captured him in a long, hot kiss. Our lips meshed together and his hands broke from mine to wrap around me, pulling me closer to him. The blanket fell away from beneath my arms and my naked breasts brushed against his firm chest. By the time we broke off I was gasping for air. He didn’t have that problem. “Wow…” I murmured. “You sure do know how to make a girl feel loved.”
“I can go much farther than that,” he smoothly spoke up.