The Phantom and the Psychic: A Paranormal Erotic Tale Read Online Free

they were never meant to be. 
    With forced resolve, he answered her.  “So how would we do it? I tell you the Latin words to expel the demon, show you the motions of the ritual?”
    She chewed her bottom lip, wrapped her arms around herself and settled onto the divan.  The piece of furniture glowed blood red in the firelight.  She remained quiet for several breaths, staring at her feet.
    Finally, she looked up.  “No, I think it must be you.  You must finish it.”
    He heaved a great sigh.  “You speak lunacy, woman.  Such a thing is not possible.”  He moved to sit beside her on the divan.
    She turned to his voice.  “Dominic, it is .  Maybe it’s the only way.  I think it would attack me, the same as it did Mr. O’Toole and the two guests.  But you could resist it, with your immortality.”
    An anguished cry left his lips at the thought of harm befalling her.  “Never!  We’ll do nothing that will cause you injury.  But how can I exorcise it, useless specter that I am?”  Anger at his own impotence engulfed him.  “I didn’t even sense the thing was here.  Likely that goes both ways, I’m as invisible to it as it is to me.”
    “We make you corporeal, bring your body back to you , as much as we can.”  She sounded confident.
    “How?” he rasped .
    “Touch me.”
    A tormented groan left him.  “I can’t.  It hurt you earlier.”
    “ No, it shocked me.  Took me by surprise.  But it felt good, too, really good.”
    She moved her body clo ser to him and lifted her face, an offering to his touch.  He reached out a tentative hand, and with a single fingertip brushed her soft cheek.  Her eyes closed and her lips curved into a gentle smile.
    “It’s okay, Dominic.  Earlier, I saw you.  And then you moved my robe.”  She opened her eyes, and they seemed to be meeting his.  “I see you now, barely, but I can.  Some spirits, they gain power the more they are acknowledged, the more a living person reacts to them.  I think when we communicate, when we touch, you become more real to this plane.”
    He wanted to believe it.  Blessed Mother, I ache to believe it!
    I’ve been so alone for so long.
    He reached out with two trembling hands and cupped her face in his palms.  She mewled at the increased contact, a pleasure sound, not pained.  Her eyelids grew heavy, like they had when he’d watched her touching herself in front of the mirror.
    “Truly, I am not hurting you?” he asked, awestruck.
    “No, Dominic.”
    A man lost, he pulled her to his chest and crushed his lips to hers. 
    *****
    An electric charge crackled through the air, a metaphysical lightning bolt, the moment he surrendered to what they both wanted. 
    Though his form still appeared translucent, his lips were solid against hers.  Hot and supple, strong and demanding.  Every point of contact between them sparked ... their lips, her breasts against his chest, his hand high on her thigh.  All bursts of white hot heat.  Pure pleasure. 
    She closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the cascading sensations, but soon opened them to look into his.  He watched her with an unearthly gaze of blue flame, his pupils large and black.  Hungry. 
    She sat back from him, and still his proximity made the fine hairs on her arms and the back of her neck hum with static energy.  Made her nipples erect and achy. 
    “Make love to me, Dominic.”
    With a near incoherent cry of need, he wrapped his strong hands around her waist and pulled her onto his lap, her back to his chest.  She sat facing forward on the divan, his burning heat behind and beneath her as she stared into the fireplace’s red-orange blaze. 
    His open mouth dropped to her throat.  He placed gentle kisses down her neck, his plush, hot lips causing pleasant electrical tingles at every touch.  Soon his mouth settled in the hollow between her neck and shoulder and suckled.
    She moaned, her body giving involuntary twitches. 
    It’s too good.
    Dominic lifted his