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Turning her head to look at me, she gives me a soft smile before saying, “River, and you?” River. Oddly fitting.

“I’m Pierce. In case you couldn’t tell, I live here. Oh, and I’m dead.” Her eyes widen. Next thing I know, she’s shooting up from the bed, trembling.

“What did you just say? That’s impossible, stop fucking with me. Ghosts aren’t real.” Now it’s my turn to act surprised. I raise my eyebrow looking directly into her eyes.

“I slit my wrists in the bathroom next-door a very long time ago, and I have been here ever since. No matter what I do, I can’t seem to get out, I’m just stuck here.” Slowly, she comes back to the bed, reclaiming her spot next to me.

“Prove it. Show me that you're dead,” she says with a serious looking face. Might as well just give her what she wants. Standing up, I walk over towards the wall and continue through it, wait a few seconds, then walk back through and over to her. She gets up, goes to the wall, pushing her hands against it, trying to figure out how I did it. Once the realization hits, she turns around and tries to put on a brave face by hiding her fear. “That doesn’t mean you're dead. There’s some kind of trick behind it and I’m going to figure it out.”

“Push me. Put your hands on my chest and push me.” Her failed attempt makes me laugh as she attempts to push me roughly, but ends up stumbling right through me.

“Okay, what the actual fuck? This can’t be happening. Am I going crazy? I need sleep. That’s all, I’m sleep deprived!” I can’t help but laugh at her attempt to process this newfound information. She crawls up the bed and lies down, closing her eyes.

It only takes a few minutes for her breathing to even out causing her face to relax. As I watch her sleep, it dawns on me that I won’t be able to let her go. Our souls were meant for each other.

Mi Mariposa won’t be leaving this house again.

three

River

I’m barely awake as I feel the blanket slowly being pulled off me and my jeans being pulled down my legs. My panties are delicately moved to the side before heat covers my center. I'm too tired to fight it. I don't even want to. It's been so long since someone has made me feel good, so I try to keep my breathing steady and my eyes closed. A tongue pushes through my slit and it takes everything in me to hold back the moan that wants to escape.

My pent up desires mixed with the warmth of the mouth sucking my clit cause goosebumps to prick at my skin. Warmth runs through me as I fight to hold it in, too afraid that if I show that I’m awake, this moment will end.

“I know you feel me. Grita por mí, Mariposa. I want to hear you.” The deep voice turns me on more as heat rushes through my body.

Pierce.

Slowly, I open my eyes to look down. I see him watching me from between my legs as he licks up my slit, taking my clit into his mouth once more. My back arches off the bed as he chuckles, sending vibrations through my sensitive areas.

“Sí, dámelo todo.” I know very little Spanish, but the way he speaks it sends chills through me. He sucks harder while pushing his fingers through with little resistance. I quickly near the edge as he slows his motions, then he curls his fingers inside me. I reach my climax with a scream. He continues to pump in and out slowly, helping me to ride out the intense orgasm.

I lay there trying to come down from the feeling for a few minutes, while he kisses my inner thigh and watches me intently. He’s fucking hot for a dead guy. Plus he speaks Spanish, these red flags are looking greener.

“Why?” I ask with hesitation in my tone. He raises a brow and smirks, “why what?”

“Why did you do that? How did you do that? You’re literally a fucking ghost.” He chuckles at my ignorance while crawling up my body. He places his hands on either side of me and grinds his pelvis right above my clit, making me gasp.

“You intrigue me. I could smell your arousal the entire time you slept. You smell sweet, plus I wanted a taste, so I got a taste. The how? Well, I’m able to choose how I present myself. If I want you to feel and see me, then you will, but if I want to stay hidden, then you won’t. It’s the fun part of being a ghost.” He nuzzles his nose into the side of my face, pushing it to face the opposite way before sucking the sensitive area below my ear. I close my eyes, reveling in the feel of his skin on mine and the whisper of his breath down my neck.

I roll my hips, searching for friction where I need it. He presses further into me and I let out a quiet moan as I grip his hips, trying to pull him down more. The intensity of the moment makes my toes curl as he kisses down my neck. I decide to give him a little bit of information as to why I’m here in hope he’ll understand why.

“I’m sorry I barged in here. I was in a bad situation and I was finally able to get out. I have no family, so I had nowhere to go. If you want me to leave, I understand. I interrupted your peace and I don’t want to be a bother to you.” His eyes seem to darken as he sits up. He looks at me with his brows furrowed before speaking.

“My tongue and fingers were just in your cunt and you think I want you to leave? No. You are mine now, Mariposa . You are the first exciting thing that has happened in years.” He places his warm hand on my cheek as he strokes it with his thumb. My heart swells at his words. I haven’t felt wanted or worthy in a very long time. Even if it’s temporary, it feels nice for now. “I want you to stay here, with me.” The heat rushes up my neck and I know my face is burning red. Damn Irish heritage. Looking into his eyes it’s like a void of darkness ready to consume my entire being, but it’s beautiful and intoxicating. I could look at him for an eternity. He’s gorgeous with his dark hair, sculpted body covered in tattoos, and fair skin.

“Let me savor you, Mariposa. Let me enjoy you – show you your worth,” he states while smirking and my god that smirk is a sight to behold. It makes me feel as if he really wants this. Wants me. I can’t help but smile back as the red heat deepens on my skin.

“Okay,” the word whispered from my lips as he draws nearer.

His hands caress my hips with such a gentle touch that I almost don’t feel it. His lips touch mine gently as his fingers roam my warm skin. Our tongues fight for dominance as the kiss intensifies. I can feel his erection against my stomach.

“Dios mío, eres adictivo, Mariposa ,” he says as he bites my bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth. The bitter tang of blood erupts on my taste buds causing a soft moan slips through my lips. He groans at the sounds.

I feel his need through the intensity of his touch. It’s as if fire is burning over my skin with the heat from his touch. Raising my hips again, I need to feel him. He needs to be closer, firmer. His hands tangle in my curls and his touch becomes more aggressive, but in the most sensual way.

“Are you wet for me? Can you feel the urge that I see in your eyes?” The question throws me off. I haven’t been asked about my own sexual desires in years. I swallow thickly, stewing on his words. A meek response is all I can get out.