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

throbbing cock.  
    As he filled her, a sense of rightness bloomed in her soul. 
    I’ve waited for this man my whole life.
    He groaned behind her, a rumbling, masculine sound that caused her sex to clench around his flesh, buried deep inside of her. 
    “Christ, Alyssa, you’ll be the death of me.”
    Surprised laughter bubbled up and burst from her lips, her body shaking with mirth.  His rich chuckles soon joined hers.
    “That’s awful,” she managed, reaching up to wipe a few tears from her eyes.  Tears of joy, tears of sadness.
    She wanted him to know peace.  It means I’ll lose him soon, and I’ve only just found him.
    Forcing the dark thoughts from her mind, she embraced the present.  I have this time with him, here and now.
    Starting to rotate her hips, she created an urgent rhythm between them, working to bring him his pleasure.  For long minutes the room was filled with the symphony of his husky, needy moans and her breathy gasps, set to the tempo of their joining bodies. 
    She could feel his climax building as he became even harder inside of her, and the knowledge he was close started her own internal tremors. 
    “Dominic!”  She cried his name as she came for a second time, tremor after tremor quaking through her.  He followed, slamming into her a final time with a shout of completion. 
    She sag ged back against his body, limp and sated.  He wrapped his arms around her in a hug, and rested his chin on her head.
    For the beat of several moments , she traced a single finger through the dark hairs on his arms, then, courage gathered, she turned in his embrace … and looked at him.
    He was real.  Solid.  Only the fiery blue orbs of his eyes revealed he was more than a mortal man. 
    *****
    Dominic marveled at the wonder in Alyssa’s warm brown eyes.  He reached a hand up, a hand as real as the woman in his arms, and tucked a lock of her mahogany hair behind her ear. 
    "Thank you ," he whispered.  Such simple words.  Too simple to express the depth of his emotions, the extent of his gratitude.  Instead of saying more, he pressed his lips to hers in a chaste kiss.  A benediction. 
    She smiled up at him, joy on her face.  "It worked, Dominic."  Then a shadow clouded her eyes.  "I don't want you to think the only reason ... it wasn't just to rid the place of the demon."
    He nodded, understanding.  "Aye, I know that.  But we have this chance, this opportunity to make things right. "  Faces flashed through his mind's eye.  For O'Toole.  For the two ill fated resort guests, and the two priests I served with long years ago.  His heart ached with a familiar hurt ... for the little girl the evil spirit inhabited then.   He recalled her angelic features, her chubby baby's face and beautiful brown eyes ... so similar to Alyssa's, distorted with the demonic presence. Since the exorcism failed, that thing must have claimed her life as well.   It wasn't a new thought.  The weight of his failure had dwelt in his heart for six centuries.
    Determined purpose filling him, he sat up, helping Alyssa to her feet.  The two slipped on their clothing and headed for her guestroom, both still dazed from their joining.  She said she needed to get dressed in real clothes, and shared she had some objects that would help them expel the spirit. 
    Once in the room, he stared at his reflection in the antique mirror, transfixed. "Christ."  For the first time in centuries, he used the Lord's name with reverence instead of as an obscenity. "Look at me.  Look at my eyes."  He turned to Alyssa. "I'll do whatever it takes to banish the creature.  But I no longer have the faith I once did.  How will I fight the thing?"
    She looked at him, gaze sad and filled with a tired wisdom.  "You felt like God forgot about you, so you turned your back on Him."
    He nodded, face grave.
    "I don't have any magic words for you.  It's something you must settle in your own heart.  But I'll tell you this," she said as she