Book One: Chapter 33

“Whoa,” Mike said, sliding her straps down along her shoulders. When he let go, they attempted to float back to their original position, clinging to her ghost flesh.

“Don’t mind that,” she informed him, wrapping her legs around his waist. Mike suddenly noticed how heavy she was. With her straps down, it was easy to push her dress down, freeing her breasts. Her nipples were tiny, spiritual afterthoughts on the part of whatever created banshees. He sucked at them, occasionally nipping, listening to the noises she made, narrowing in on what she liked. It wasn’t something he had ever been super good at, and he could only attribute it to Naia’s magic making him more aware, giving him new confidence. Running his lips across Cecilia’s breasts, she started pressing her crotch into his, gentle pushes that quickly became more urgent.

Shifting from the patio roof drew Mike’s attention to a dark face hanging over the ledge. Abella smirked at the two of them, content to watch. Mike t