Chapter 14

CHAPTER 14

E DGE

I watched as a myriad of emotions played over her features… shock, confusion, and overwhelm. I hoped beyond this plane of existence that the glimmer in her eyes was happiness.

"Edge," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The sound of my name on her lips sent shivers down my spine, even though I no longer had a physical body to feel them. My heart ached with longing as I waited for her response to my declaration of love. I'd spilled my very soul out to her, and yet, she hadn't said anything other than my name. I wasn't sure what was behind her words when she said my name like that.

As if sensing my desperation, Immy slowly leaned in, closing the distance between us. Her warm breath ghosted across my cheek, and I resisted the urge to close the gap and capture her lips with mine. Instead, I allowed her to take the lead, savoring the anticipation… or bracing for rejection.

Her lips brushed against mine so gently it was almost like a dream. It was the most tender thing I had ever experienced, and I yearned to wrap my arms around her and deepen the kiss. But I held still, afraid of scaring her away.

All too soon, Immy pulled back, leaving my lips burning while her gaze searched mine. Why had she kissed me? Pity? Or something else? She'd said she refused to be more than friends, but friends didn't kiss like that. Unless I'd missed something in the last few centuries. The intensity of her stare stole my ghostly breath, leaving me completely enraptured by her. She was a vision… a living, breathing embodiment of everything I had been longing for these past centuries.

"Edge," she whispered again, her voice soft and breathy.

"Immy," I murmured in response, unable to form any other words. I was captivated by her, utterly lost in the depths of her eyes.

"I've never had anyone speak to me like that before," she admitted, her cheeks tinted with a rosy blush.

My heart swelled with pride and hope, daring to believe that she might truly feel the same way about me. As a ghost, I had spent so many lonely years yearning for connection. She was my salvation, my one chance at happiness and love in this endless afterlife.

A million thoughts raced through my mind, and I couldn't help but worry that I had overstepped Immy's boundaries. She was so vulnerable, and the last thing I wanted was to push her away. But before I could even voice my concerns, she pounced on me with a surprising intensity.

"Edge," she growled, her hands flat against my chest as she walked me backward until my back hit the wall. In that moment, I marveled at the fact that I was fully corporeal and not floating through things like I usually did. And then, without warning, Immy leaned up and captured my mouth in another searing kiss.

I gasped, shocked by her sudden boldness. It took me a moment to respond, but when I felt her arms wrap around my neck, I couldn't hold back any longer. All the pent-up desperation for connection came surging forth, and I kissed her with a fervor unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

"Is this what you want?" I asked between kisses, seeking reassurance that I wasn't crossing any lines.

"More than anything," she whispered, her voice full of longing and desire.

As we continued to kiss, every moment of desolation and loneliness I had endured during my ghostly existence seemed to dissolve, replaced by an overwhelming sense of love and belonging. With Immy in my arms, it felt as though everything I had ever wanted was finally within reach.

"Promise me you won't disappear," she murmured, her breath warm against my ear.

"I promise," I vowed, determined to find a way to remain corporeal for as long as I could. "I'm not going anywhere."

I spun us around and pressed Immy against the wall, my hands eagerly exploring her body. My fingers traced every curve I'd longed to touch, but couldn't until now. It baffled me how I could be so corporeal with Immy, especially in these passionate moments, but I had no desire to question it now.

"Oh my goddess," she gasped as I slid my hands up under her shirt and cupped her breasts. Her head fell back, exposing her delicate neck, and a surge of desire coursed through me. Lifting her effortlessly, I pinned her to the wall and buried my face between her soft, inviting breasts.

"Immy," I murmured, my voice muffled by her wonderful breasts, "you are incredible."

She laughed softly, cradling my head against her chest. "You think so?"

"Absolutely," I replied, lifting my head to meet her eyes. "You're beautiful, intelligent, and perfect in every way. Well, except for your driving skills, but I don't even know how to drive, so there's that."

"Hey!" She feigned indignation, then smiled. "I might not agree with everything you say, but I'm not going to protest right now."

My heart swelled with love for this woman who had quickly become my everything. I couldn't help but pepper her skin with gentle kisses, savoring the sensation of physical contact that had been denied to me for centuries. Then a thought struck me. I took her hand and lifted it to my lips, pressing a tender kiss to the embedded splinter.

"Promise me," I whispered against her skin, "that you'll never let me go."

"I promise," Immy breathed, her voice thick with emotion.

I looked up at Immy, my eyes searching her face for any sign of uncertainty. "Are you okay with this?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper. "There's nothing I want more in this afterlife than to make love to you."

Her gaze held mine, and for a moment, she seemed lost in thought. My heart clenched with the fear that she would turn me away, that she would decide we were too different, our worlds too far apart. But then her lips curved into a small, determined smile.

"I probably shouldn't," she admitted, her voice soft yet resolute. "But I want to. I'm tired of living up to others' expectations instead of doing what I want."

Happiness and relief flooded through me. Immy's words meant more than she could ever know… not just her consent, but her desire to break free from the constraints that bound her, just as I longed to be free from mine.

"I've never done anything like this. It's so out of character, and yet, I want to. No, I need to… feel alive and… wanted."

As I began to carry her to her bedroom, Immy stopped me with a gentle hand on my cheek. "Wait," she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I don't want to do this the 'right way.' I want you to fuck me right here, against the wall."

"Are you sure?" I asked, even as my body burned with the raw need her words ignited within me. "Don't you want our first time together to be more romantic and tender?"

"You would think so. But no. There's something about you that makes me feel like throwing caution to the wind. I've never fit in, no matter how I've tried." She continued, her voice teasing. "Unless it takes too much concentration for you, then we can move, but if you can manage it..."

"As you wish," I interrupted, unable to resist her tantalizing invitation any longer. I slid my hand between her thighs, my fingers ghosting through her clothes yet still able to touch her, feeling the wetness pooling there. She groaned, clutching onto me as if I were her lifeline.

"Goddess, Edge," she moaned as I pulled up her shirt and pushed up her bra, exposing her beautiful breasts to my hungry gaze. I took turns kissing and tonguing her nipples, relishing the taste of her skin and the way she shivered in response.

As I continued to pleasure her with my mouth, my fingers expertly stroked her clit, causing her body to tremble with need. My own desire threatened to consume me, but I held it back, focusing on Immy's pleasure. In those moments, nothing else mattered. Only here, only now, only us.

My fingers continued to tease and play, pushing Immy closer to the edge. Her breath came in gasps, her body quivering with need. I reveled in her reactions, feeling a primal satisfaction at bringing her such pleasure.

"Please," she begged, her voice strained as she fought for control. "I'm going to come..."

"That's the point," I growled, increasing the pressure on her clit. "Show me how much you're enjoying this."

But Immy was stubborn, and she resisted, her hands gripping my hair with surprising strength. Despite my ghostly form, I felt her touch, the slight pain of her fingers pulling at my hair, and I realized… I liked it.

"Immy," I said more assertively, needing her surrender just as much as she needed release. "Come for me."

Her eyes locked onto mine, a mixture of defiance and desire swirling within them. Unable to resist any longer, I kissed her neck, my cool lips searing into her soft skin. In response, she bit down on my shoulder, muffling her scream as she finally succumbed to the pleasure coursing through her.

"Please," she panted. "I want you inside me."

"Are you absolutely certain?" I asked one last time, even as every fiber of my being screamed for me to claim her.

"More than anything," she breathed, and that was all I needed to hear.

Gritting my teeth against the delicious pain from her bite, I pulled out my cock from my ghostly clothing, somehow managing to pass through Immy's garments without issue. As I slid inside her, the sensation was nothing short of heavenly. I would have sworn that I'd returned to life, if only for this fleeting moment.

"Oh, my goddess..." she whispered, burying her face in my chest as she tried to catch her breath. But I couldn't relent. Not now, not when we were so close.

"Stay with me, Immy," I urged, my voice low and insistent. "We've only just begun."

As I continued to move within her, our bodies pressed against each other, I marveled at how she gave me something I'd never been able to find on my own. Not only that, having sex with her made me feel more alive and corporeal than I'd ever managed on my own. I'd have to figure it out. Later. Nothing would distract me from this wonderful woman.

"You're incredible," I murmured as I continued to thrust into her, desperate for more of her. "I love you so much. I want to spend all eternity with you."

Her eyes fluttered open, and the vulnerability in her gaze nearly undid me. Every emotion she felt played across her beautiful face like an open book, and I couldn't tear my gaze away. It was as if, through her, I was experiencing a lifetime of pent-up emotions that had been denied to me in my ghostly state.

"More, I need more." Immy gasped, her voice trembling with need.

"More of what?" I demanded, watching her closely as she bit her lip, trying to find the words. "Tell me exactly what you want."

"I need you to make me come," she begged, her hands gripping my arms tightly.

"Anything for you," I promised, quickening my pace and reveling in the way her body arched towards mine, seeking more contact. Thrust after thrust, I slammed into her. "Just say the words and I'll get you anything you could ever want… and all the orgasms you can handle."

"Ah, yes! Just like that!" she cried out, no longer attempting to muffle her cries of pleasure.

Her entire body shook against mine, her orgasm washing over her in powerful waves that seemed to go on forever. She was gorgeous when she orgasmed. Well, all the time really, but more so now as she wiggled and moaned in my arms.

I couldn't hold back any longer. With a final deep thrust, I followed her over the cliff, lost in the euphoria.

"Immy," I whispered, burying my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent. In this moment, with our bodies entwined, I felt pleasure, humanity, and, above all, love.

"Edge, look!" Immy shrieked, her voice laced with shock and awe. I lifted my head, following her gaze, and let out a surprised laugh. Somehow, we'd defied gravity itself… her back was pressed against the ceiling, not the wall.

"Ha," I said with a grin, "it seems we've reached new heights together."