The kiss was equally electric as it was angry. Is there truth in love-hate relationships? Because whatever Ghost and I are creating; It feels just like that.
He is like the oxygen to my fire. For a brief moment, I’m simply smoldering. A fire that’s nearly burnt out, but then he finds a way to feed my flames. And f**k me, is it hot.
They say the hottest flames are ones that glow this intense blue color at the base of the conductor, and when my eyes fly open from the slice of canines against my lower lip… I see that color shining back at me.
Ghost’s icy gaze is pinned on my bloodied and swollen lips with pure hunger and desire.
The racing of my heart thudding in my ears is the only sound I can hear as I come down from the high.
In a flash, his hand whips up, gripping my hair between
