The Grey Sight: An Erotic Novella
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“I think we should build here.”
“Where?”
“Here.” Lily motioned to the graveyard. “I think we should buy the graveyard, and build our house inside of it.”
She pointed to the open field that bordered the graveyard.
“There, I mean. Where there are no graves. We can be the caretakers. You can still counsel for House Fury, and I can still work at the Ancestry database, and we can take care of this place.”
Chase looked at her with amusement. “You really love this place, huh?”
Lily lowered her face against his, their cheeks and lips brushing.
“I never want to be far from you. Here…” she touched his heart. “Or there.” She pointed to his cracked tombstone. Her lips on his were making him grow hard again. “This is us. And I’m proud.”
She slithered a wet, naked thigh over his torso and slipped him inside of her. Chase gave a happy sigh as his hands found her moist breasts. “Whatever you want. I am yours forever, Lily Harrow.”
“And I am yours as well.”
With rippling sighs of pleasure, they moved together, their bodies making passionate shadows for all the ghosts to see.
The End