“I don’t dance,” she says. “Me either Poppet but for you I’ll do anything,” wrapping my arm around her back and my other taking her hand I spin her out and pull her back into me fire in her eyes.
“What’s this song,” she coos.
Pulling her close resting my lips to her forehead as the song plays out her soft voice vibrates over my chest.
“I'm not going anywhere for you and your love I’ll battle the demon and his son.” She kisses my chest over where my heart sits.
“I’m home, this is home,” she says tapping my chest. I pick her up under her arms and spin her around in circles my arms holding her so fucking close that I’m scared if I let go she will disappear her voice screeching out in pure childlike delight.
I love how carefree and open she’s becoming. Falling down onto the couch her body landing over mine, her head resting on my chest, our breathing fast and hearts beating rapid, I like it this way.
The sound docked click over Girl crush Halestorms cover of the song came on over the speakers filling the room with the gritty voice of Halestorms lead singer Lzzy Hale before I know it Timberly’s hands were sliding up the inside of my shirt her fingertips grazing over my skin leaving a ripple of goosebumps over my oversensitive skin she has never been this forward before and I like it a lot.
My cock agrees as he is dancing inside my jeans she moves her body flicking her legs over my lap straddling me.
“Poppet,” I breathe out over her, as she slowly painfully slow drags her nails down the skin of my torso her eyes never leaving mine swallowing the lump in my throat fuck I’m hungry for her so hungry.
“Fuck Poppet,” gritting out as her arms rise above her head she moves them to the music pushing herself higher up in my lap grinding that sweet as over me her hips swing like the music is in her veins dancing for her, with her, a ride of pure freedom, knowledge that in this moment you’re free from the chains to be the beautiful butterfly I know she is and she’s beginning to see it, feel it, own it.
As she arches her back her ponytail trails a long inky black line as it falls down the curve of her spine the light catches on the sweet spot of sink just under her chin where I want to skin my teeth into marking her as mine.
Sending her body into my orbit her spine curves pushing her and her breasts dangerously close to my eyes. Mouth, lips, teeth shit this woman is about to deliver me in to my fate.
My erection straining against the metal zipper of my jeans praying that the fucking fabric is enough to hold the beast back because at the moment all he wants to is fuck her from the outside in and own her sweet soul. Feed on it, take it and break it, only to fuck it back together again. On instinct alone, I raise my hips slightly to meet her sweet pussy that is grinding dangerously close to my zipper. As my eyes flick shut I run my hands over her hips digging my nails in as soft as I can manage.
“Look at me.” She demands force is hot on her tongue. My eyes snap open as she licks her lips sucking her plumb bottom one into her teeth bringing my hands to my baseball cap and I flick it backwards so when I lean in to kiss her I can deep needy and owning. She’s a fucking beautiful sight the light sending a soft hue over her skin her glass blue eyes capture each one of my ragged breaths.
“Poppet, you take my breath away, like legit I feel like I can’t breathe with you in my space, in my body and in my fucking head, my heart has always been too dark to fucking care and then you where there, Poppet bring light to the misery and a smile to my lips.”
Her hips roll forward and hitting me in all the right places. Her fingers pull free the hair tie that is holding her midnight black hair up and within an instant her hair falls around her in soft waves licking my lips as a groan leaves my body my hand finding her hips I pull her slightly forward and down over my throbbing cock bulging dangerously against my jeans.
Her eyes meet mine when she feels the stabbing of my cock in her core winking at her the sweetest sounding giggle floats over us as her hands fall down onto my chest and she starts to sing the song her eyes burning fire scorching into mine and setting my soul on fire as my blood turns Icey cold don’t ever let her looks fool you my Poppet could kill with just one look and I am to blame bringing out this side of her bringing her here to this place into my life.
Closing my eyes unable to control myself and I can’t handle the look in her eyes. Her voice kissing my senses.
“I got a girl crush hate to admit it, but I got a heart rush, Ain't slowing downnnn I got it real bad, want everything she hassss, that smile and that midnight laugh she's giving you nowww.” Her voice is angelic beautiful she takes my breath away the weight of the words this song has burning me like a hit to the vein the wrong way.
“Fuck those words hurt.” I say to her opening my eyes looking into her tear-filled ones she’s trying so hard to hold them back.
“Poppet please” I say bringing my hand up to meet her cheek as a tear slide down.
“I know everyone you trusted let you down. I know the secrets you keep under your bed that you want to tell me but are scared.” I say to her pulling her in closer into me so my head in nestled in her breasts and her arms snake around my neck.
“You know if I let you in Ghost let you see every part of me I let you break in and really look around at all the dark and every colour of my fucken scared, broken and fucking tormented soul you may not like it. I’ve been damaged and abused thrown away locked in a prison of reckless abuse and defenceless power I couldn’t stop it or them, and baby when these lights come back on you will see me for the mess that is Timberly Roe. If I let you into my dark, will you stay?”
Her voice broken and it fucking cuts deep makes me want to scream and rip the throats out of the scum that burnt my poppet so deep that she can’t see past the damage of a little girl.
“Poppet.” Pulling her back slightly so I can look into her eyes and see her.
“Take my lighter and hold it high in the air for baby your, my home Light my way Poppet be the trail blazer for all the broken girls like you in this world stand the fuck up and scream. I'll always hear you cause Poppet you know what you're no longer riding solo.”
Her eyes fall down to my hands that now are curled around her shoulders as her hands are planted firmly over my chest she takes a long deep breath in and in one movement her lips are grazing my own, her lips hot and soft but filled with passion so fleeting that I lick along where she had just been she mirrors my movement and something flashes through her eyes and it’s then what comes from her mouth next that cut me so deep that tears prick my eyes. The next verse in the song.
"And if she’s on my lips, maybe then you’ll need me as much as you need her. Love sucks, Ghost, when you don’t know what it’s made of. With you, I’ve had so many firsts and I don’t think I can handle a broken heart when you make it all seem so perfect.”
Tears kissing her sweet pale cheeks. The song finishes, and she stops talking.
My mind reeling from the parts she had added in and how she made this song break me and pull me from the dark to realize that all along it’s her that I needed not a vein full of junk.
Lord it fucken really broke me, my body is shaking my lip trembling she broke down the walls that I had built up high years ago after the first and only heart break.
The tears start to fall down from the flood gates I had firmly cemented in my irises I'm a cold-blooded Reaper, but she cracked through not only my mind but my soul.
“Poppet, I hate seeing you cry, I hate seeing you break, and I fucken hate that you are sitting here seeing me cry.”
Wiping the fucking tears from my face with the back of my hand fucking crying is a sign of weakness and I hate that.
I AM NOT WEAK... But with her I am so disarmed.
I hate feeling weak this woman does so much to my soul that it scares the hell out of me I am an executioner to the dead men walking and now look I'm bought to my fucking knees by the girl who plays with rosary beads and hide behind her glass blue eyes.
Her breath falls out over me shivers run down my spine this woman has it all beauty, balls and sweetness, love and compassion and most of all she sees me and isn’t scared well not yet anyway time will tell if she can handle the ride that is the Reaper. Breathing her in pulling my body up so that I feel all of her under my skin, my hands run up under her clothing I need her skin on my skin.
I need her now more than I’ve needed any hit of lady love.
“Poppet, I promise to always give you just what you need, I'll fight for you and I will win. I'll drink you in daily you will be my new drug now and always as long as you promise me that your mind is open lacing it with the taste of me so that you won't run when the monster comes out to feed.”
My words needy to my ears and it haunts me, the way she can break me.
“You will always be my poison and now I’ll be your poison babe” her fingers graze over the lines in my forehead the etched marks my map, of the hard life I have lived.
“I'm not an angel, Ghost, so don’t place me that high. You know what? Words are too heavy right now, take me to bed and make me yours, ‘cause it's you I want forever, I need you now.”
Shaking my head searching her eyes for any worry.
Doubt.
Regret.
A hint of sin with a fire of lust is all that greets me and I fucking love it. She’s the fire to my ice. I’m the heat to her flame. And she? Well she will always outweigh the smoke of my shame. Sins and blood.
Love will be our new drug.
We will be fucking unstoppable her and I.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Ghost
“Where is my Timberly gone? “I ask her standing up with her in my arms, her arms wrapped around my neck and her legs tightly around my torso resting on my hips her hand slides down from my neck to my spine and up again in slow movements that send me to the edge of reason and back again.
“She’s still here, I just like this Timberly better the not so scared one she suits the way I feel in here”
Her fingers point to her chest. As head falls back a sweet as sin laugh leaves her body.
I can’t help myself she’s so fucking stunning sinking my teeth into the pure white flesh of her neck the animal need to taste her under my tongue.
To feel the pop of her flesh and the taste of blood hit the tip of my tongue for me to mark her as mine and only mine my Timberly my Poppet.
My fucking Queen.
“Mmmmm Poppet you taste so good,” I murmur out, licking my lips. Her sharp intake of breath and the way her legs tighten around me, her nails curling into my flesh, sends me on a wild ride of self-control. “Your skin needs to be kissed, Poppet, and all over,” I breathe out into her.
Her eyes hungry walking over to the bed the lights low mixed with the sliver hue of the moon shining through the sky light that runs down the whole middle of my roof.
The moonlight splinters out over the bed a perfect setting really to make love to the women who will forever be my Queen.
Laying her down softly her eyes bore into mine I see excitement mixed with worry wash over them.
Leaning back from her body my knees resting on the bed on either side of hers.
“Poppet, I’ll give you this the way it was meant to be from the start.”
My voice low and laced with a hint of anger that someone could abuse her that way take from her what should have been given away to someone she knew would appreciate it, cherish it and love her for all she is an angel.
“How do you know?” she asks me her tone so timid I'm scared she may pass out I know the sound all too well her hands come up wiping her eyes blinking away the stars that are forming behind her irises.
“Poppet, know more than you think, now breathe and don’t pass out. I’m a sick fucker but Necrophilia isn’t what I’m into.”
I chuckle out trying to add some humour to the air that now is thick with need and want mixed with fear laced in anger.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t give you that piece of me.” She says as I shrug the heavy leather cut off over my shoulders it hits the floor and my body moves up over Timberly my eyes meeting her scared ones.
“Poppet don’t ever say sorry to me for one bastard's actions.”
I breathe out kissing the tip of her nose.
“Many,” she says to me leaning up wrapping her arms around me pulling me down into her.
“What?” I seethe out into her hair.
“It was many, night after night, painful and rough. I prayed for it to end but it never came but they did their greedy hands took all they could from me breaking me. Ghost giving you this here now is hard I’m me and I’m used and broken.”
Curling my fingers into a vice like grip of the sheets pulling them tight into my fists my knuckles turning white and my jaw clicking under the force of my teeth grinding down breathing out long and slow till a dizzy felling washes over me trying to dispel the anger that is swimming in my veins.
“Poppet let me show you how it's meant to be. How a beauty like you should be worshiped, let me give to you, not take.”
My eyes search hers and she nods at me.
“Ok,” her voice so quiet. “Let me love you,” she whispers into my skin.
“Let me heal you, Poppet.” Her eyes close.
“I would like that,” she breathes out as I pull my body back and just look at her laying on my bed.
White blankets washing nicely under her skin her black hair fanned out over my bed.
Taking my time, leaning down to the side of my bed and picking up the headphones in the draw of the small nightstand placing them on the bed I pull my phone from my pocket of my jeans placing that down next to the headphones her eyes watching me burning into me.
“You’re so prefect Poppet, to perfect for my hands to hold”
Standing from the bed she goes to move. “No!” I growl out. “Please stay still just lay there.” Trying to quell the desire in my tone as to not scare her.
Her eyes search mine “Ok, sorry,” she whispers out.
Fuck Ghost see you already have done it, scared her, had her apologize for something she hasn’t done.
“No, don’t be sorry, Poppet, just stay. I want to just breathe all of you in and make this perfect.”
Turning, I head to the kitchen grabbing the Jägermeister and two glasses the bowl of ice that I keep in the freezer draw. Lilly always makes sure it's well stocked.
Placing them down on the table by the bed spinning the lid off filling the glass and drop ice in it, her eyes light up and she licks her lips as I pass the glass over to her.
“You like this het Poppet?” I question raising my eye brow at her.
“Hell yes this shit is the bomb,” she says to me. I can’t help but laugh at the sound of her voice and the choice of words she used.
“You just go easy,” pouring my own and raising my glass to my lips I watch her over the rim as I down the whole thing. She does just the same as me winking at me I can’t help but laugh at her as she pops an ice cube into her mouth holding out her glass.
“You and your winks are so not on form Poppet,” her laugh fills the room and warmness pools in my core it's been missing this for so fucking long.
I’ve haunted myself with the love hate relationship of lady love and the club whores.
Jenna.
I now see just how much I’ve missed.
“Poppet, lie back and let me blow your fucking mind, I’ll be as gentle as I can be.” I say knowing damn well I don’t do gentle but for her I will fucking do it she deserves this to be special.
Slowly my shaking hands undress her.
My fingers find the bottom and zipper of her pants the unzip is the only noise you can hear in this whole fucking room, hooking my fingers in the waistband I slowly and fuck I mean painfully slow pull her pants down her body slipping her legs out my eye
s fall on the lacy underwear her skin flawless.
The cool night air washes over her skin, Goosebumps prick up rippling out over her pristine body my cock flinches my mouth dries.
Frozen all I can do is hover over her, drinking her in, every rise and fall of her breath, the way the light hits the white of her skin and the small purple veins that are the road map of extremely delicate and exquisite body. Slowly painfully slowly her body rises slightly so she is up on her elbow.
The trance like stare she has locked on me as her fingers unclick the bra she is wearing.
The small fine lace garment falls open from the front and the lush swell of her breast fall from the cups settling in perfect sweet mounds on her chest so round, so plumb, defuckinglicious.
Walking to the end of the bed swirling the glass of Jager over the ice watching as her nipples pebble the air kisses them talking a long drawn out gulp of the drink watching her. Drinking her in her beauty.
Leaning down into her space my body pushing her back into the bed my eyes not leaving hers as I settle the glass down on the bed dangerously close to her body.
“Be still Poppet, we don’t want the glass to tip,” I say my voice hooded in primal need her eyes big and boring into me. “Got it, Poppet? stay perfectly still.”
She nods at me. “Still,” she mouths out. “I'll stay still.”
Smiling down at her. “Good” I mouth as my fingers hook into the black lace panties and pulling them slowly down her legs so slowly that I'm shaking at the effect she has on me.
Her hips roll up allowing me to pull the panties over her tight ass sliding them down her legs to her ankles and then free dropping them on the floor of my room the sight of her naked so prefect laying on my bed on show for me and my eyes burning her into my mind this sight here this first time where I will make her mine.
Taking the headphones, I plug them into my phone sliding the phone unlocked.
Scrolling till I find the song I need. This is going to be fucking perfect and this will help her. It will allow me to touch her the way she needs to be touched.
Evanescence’s Bring Me to Life. Sliding them into her ears.
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