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

head and spoke, voice a gritty scrape.  “I can taste you, Alyssa.  Blessed Mother, I can actually taste you.  The salt of you.  I can smell lavender … here.”  He dropped his head to her throat once more and continued nuzzling, while his hands reached around to her front.
    Through the red satin of her robe, his clever, long fingers played at her already sensitive nipples.  Another moan escaped her as he caught each covered tip between a thumb and forefinger and rubbed.
    F rantic, she lifted her arms up and behind her to entwine her fingers in his thick, dark hair, to hold him to her as he continued his attentions at her throat. 
    Murmuring love words into her skin, his hands moved down to the robe’s ties and worked the knot loose.   With reverence, he slowly pulled both sides of the garment from her body, baring her breasts and quivering tummy.  Her bare legs were splayed, sitting atop his, though he still wore the black cloak.  The woolen material scratched at the bottoms of her thighs, making her squirm and shift above him.
    He groan ed and pulled her tighter against him, stilling her movements.  She could feel his engorged manhood beneath her through the heavy fabric of the cloak.
    Can a phantom disrobe ?  The distracting thought pulled her from her pleasure haze, but his rich voice returned her to it.
    “Shh, Alyssa.   Be still, love.” 
    Coherent thought fled as his warm, strong hands flattened on both sides of her belly.  One hand remained, pressed against her abdomen, holding her tight, while his other slid down her hip and traced along her upper thigh. 
    Dominic spread his fingers, his thumb teasing at the seam of her moist nether lips.  His mouth moved to her ear.  “You’re my heaven.  What I’ve waited for.”
    A near sob broke from Alyssa , right along with her heart.  She strained, arching, and turned her head sideways, capturing his lips in a wet, feral kiss as his thick, long fingers delved into her slippery cleft.  He spread her nether lips with his middle finger and thumb, and touched his index finger to her clit.
    She screamed.
    His touch, there, like elsewhere, crackled with an electrical charge, and held against her most sensitive place, the sensation was too much, too strong.  Keening, she started to come, a wall of pleasure slamming into her, a tsunami sweeping her away. 
    His mouth worked at hers, devouring, sucking and nibbling, while he kept his index finger in place, rubbing up and then down and back again.
    Her body convulsed, almost bucking out of his embrace, but he tightened his grip, locking her against his chest and busy hand. 
    “Dominic ,” she spoke into his lips, her eyes squeezed shut, “please …”  The continued pleasure bordered on pain.  He seemed to understand her distress.  His kiss gentled and he withdrew his hand. 
    Le thargic from her release, she still had an unmet need and knew he must ache as well.  With trembling fingers she reached beneath her and grabbed handfuls of his cloak.
    "Off," she demanded. 
    He chuckled, but complied, half-lifting her from his body to fumble with the garment.  She helped him, and between their combined efforts, they managed to remove the woolen material from his body. 
    She noticed the cloak’s state.  It’s as real, as solid, as my own robe.
    Triumph shot through her as she looked down to Dominic’s hands against her middle, only the slightest aura of translucence about them now.
    She s at back onto his naked skin, and reveled in the feel of his muscled chest, satin over steel.  His strong arms gripped her hips, and she turned her head sideways, seeking another kiss.  Her mouth found his, and she nipped at him, tender, tracing her tongue over his full lips as he positioned her body over his. 
    “Now, Dominic , now,” she whispered.
    “Aye,” came his guttural reply.
    Bracing her hands on the sides of his hard thighs, she moaned as he lowered her, inch by magnificent inch, onto his hot,