Ghosts of Halloween: A Dark Why Choose Romance

When Jack runs his fingers down my left arm down to my palm, his touch ghostly light, I close my eyes and sigh in relief. My haunting memories of that night when my life blew to pieces float away. Jack’s fingers chase them off, one by one, until I’m at peace, sparks flooding my limbs.

“Do you remember how I made you come without even touching you properly?” he asks in a low, throaty voice that sends shivers down my spine.

I shake my head, my eyes popping open in surprise. I knew something happened between us that night I got the new arm. I just can’t remember what.

“You… did that?” I ask, sighing when he stands behind me, urging me to lean back against him. My back and buttocks mold to his firm body, and I relax into his heat.

“Mhm.” Jack’s long fingers travel up my arms to cup my face, his touch warm and gentle. “I didn’t even know it was possible. But you came from the most innocent touch. Just your neck, shoulders and arms. A few kisses.”

He raises my left hand and places a careful, fluttery kiss over my knuckles. It’s so light and tender, yet it makes me arch into him. Jack pulls my hand down, sliding his fingers over mine as he lets go, and reaches for my prosthetic. He brings it up and kisses my knuckles, making sure I can see it, and I gasp in shock when the phantom throbbing that never really lets go suddenly eases, replaced by pleasant tingling.

“Jack,” I whisper, shivering against him.

He steps around me to be at my side, kissing up my prosthetic wrist and inner forearm, his soft lips pressing to black carbon fiber, and I shake, gasping for breath. He makes sure I see what he’s doing, because of course, I have no real sensation in my missing limb. And yet… Every touch of his lips sends warm tingles through me until I shake, holding back a moan.

My pain is entirely gone, replaced by pleasant warmth. Jack reaches the upper edge of my prosthetic and looks up, his lips hovering over the skin of my stump. His eyes widen a fraction when he sees my face, and he smirks, his eyes sparkling.

“So this does something for you, princess. Good to know.”

When his hot lips press to my skin, I jerk, the impact powerful after his phantom touches. Jack holds my arm in both hands, slowly kissing his way up, over the strip of fabric tying up my throbbing wound, then up my shoulder and neck until his lips reach my chin. I feel him smiling against my skin when my breath hitches.

“Take it off and I’ll kiss you.”

I don’t ask what he means, because it’s painfully obvious. I’m not wearing any clothes. And yet, I’m not truly naked. I never was. With anyone.

“I don’t…” I begin, swallowing as my gut clenches with uncertainty. “Um, I might need it.”

“You won’t,” he says, dropping a kiss just to the side of my mouth, so close, yet not close enough. “Come on, princess. Live like there’s no tomorrow.”

He shoots me an amused look, and I huff, not quite a laugh, but close.

“That’s not funny,” I say, even though my lips arch into a small smile. “But fine. Okay. If you’re really sure.”

I hope he’ll say no, because who’d want that? There is nothing sexy about my stump. It’s ungainly, unsymmetrical, and just all wrong. The skin is soft but scarred and will be creased when I take the prosthetic off.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“I’m sure.”

Staring at him, I chew on the inside of my cheek, my anxiety flaring. Jack is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. His touch tonight gave me so much pleasure—all the sparks I’ve ever wanted. But will he still want to touch me when he sees me truly naked?

But then I breathe out, remembering our reality and future. We have mere hours left. With the end so close in sight, I can be brave.

I remove the prosthetic with practiced movements, sighing in relief when it slides off. It’s perfectly fitted for me, but wearing it for longer than a few hours makes me sore. Now, my skin can breathe, my muscles relaxing.

Bracing myself, I cautiously look up at Jack.

His eyes are heated, fixed on my stump, lust plain on his face. I hiccup out of shock, because it seems completely unreal someone could look at that part of me with such obvious desire.

“Put it away,” he says, and his voice is so much grittier, like his throat doesn’t work properly. “And come here.”

I lay the prosthetic on the floor by a wall and slowly straighten, catching my balance. It’s always tricky, the first few minutes after putting it on or taking it off. When I stand firmly, I turn and go to him, my heart hammering with excitement and dread.

Surely just one look at my stump will be enough. He’ll ask me to put the prosthetic back on, and I’ll be relieved. And maybe just a little bit disappointed.

Because no matter how much I worry about it, I still want to be seen as I am. With my scars proudly on display. I’ve never been this vulnerable with anyone before.

So when Jack reaches for me with hungry arms, pressing me close as he buries his face in my hair, I shiver with gratitude. He actually wants me. Even now that I’m truly naked.

“You have no idea how many times I jerked off to the fantasy of seeing you like this,” he says, his hot breath making goosebumps rise over my skin.

“You did?” I ask, my breath rushing out of me when Jack grips my nape and leans close, his brows pinched in a frown as he looks at my face. “Why?”

“Because nobody else got it from you. And I always knew I’d be the first,” he says, leaning in.

When he brushes his lips over mine, I open eagerly, the last of my trepidation leaving me in a rush. He really wants me. Just as I am. Too damaged, too weird, too fucked up for normal people.

But not for Jack.

The gentle kiss turns heated when he thrusts his tongue in my mouth with a soft groan. His hands roam my back until they settle on my shoulders, and as he kisses me deeply, moaning deep in his throat, his fingers slowly trail down and down, until he touches me where no one else did before him.

I moan and shake as he explores my stump with his fingers, still kissing me like he can’t stop. He maps out the shape of it, fingertips gently brushing my scars, sliding over my sensitive skin. I kiss him back desperately, trying to distract myself from how much he affects me. That simple touch, ghost-light and sweet, means so very much.

He pulls back, his lips hovering over mine as he caresses my stump, and I watch him desperately, trying to convey my emotions with my eyes alone, because my throat is so tight, I can’t speak.

“There you go, baby,” Jack murmurs, voice trembling slightly. He leans over me, head dropping low, and peppers kisses over my shoulder, all the way down to the point where my right arm ends.

“Oh!” I gasp as my knees buckle under me. The rush of sparks is so heady, I just fall loose and relaxed into Jack’s arms, my entire body expanding and growing hot as he holds me up, his lips touching me intimately.

Kissing places that haven’t been kissed before.

My body grows hotter and tingles all over, the tension inside me ratcheting with his every kiss until I rub my thighs together, the wetness between them plentiful and unmistakable.

“You want my cock, princess?” he asks in a low, guttural voice. Jack misses nothing, and even as he kisses my scars, he notices my every hitched breath, every flex of my hips.

“Yes,” I hiss out through clenched teeth, my pussy already throbbing wildly just from him kissing my skin. Somehow, I believe he managed to get me off with sparks alone. But I need more now. I want him inside me.

“Will you take my cock deep and say thank you, princess?” he asks with a mischievous smirk, looking up with his mouth still pressed to my stump. “Will you take every barbell like a good girl?”

“Yes, Jack, please!”

It’s embarrassingly obvious when I rub my thighs, hunting for friction. Jack gives me a wolfish grin, walking me back until my ass hits the wall. He kisses me deeply, our tongues pressing together, and then turns me fast so my back is to him.

My arms rise automatically to help me stay balanced, and Jack catches my stump, holding the blunt end in his big, warm palm. His other hand slides down my waist to my hip, and then around, long fingers dipping between my legs.

“Fuck,” he breathes, pressing closer until I’m mashed between him and the wall. “That much? Fuck, baby.”

He doesn’t wait for a response, but tilts my hips roughly back, spreading my cheeks. For a moment, I think he’ll take my ass again, but Jack notches his cock at my pussy and slowly pushes in, releasing a shaky breath.

“This will never get old,” he murmurs when his hips are flush with my ass, his cock fully seated inside me. “How does it feel, princess? How do you like being stuffed so full?”

“Perfect,” I gasp, my muscles clenching around him as I try to adjust to his girth and the barbells. I’ve had his cock inside me multiple times tonight, but it still takes work to accommodate him.

“You’re right,” he says, warm fingers stroking up my stump as he slowly pulls back. “It’s perfect.”

He glides deep inside, so slowly, I can discern individual barbells pressing into my soft tissue. My breath hitches when he bottoms out, our bodies kissing, and pulls back again, a bit faster. When he thrusts back in, it’s with a hard slam of his hips, and I cry out at the impact.

“That’s my girl,” Jack snarls, pounding into me until I stand on tiptoes, the nails of my left hand scrabbling down the wall for purchase. “Taking every fucking inch. There you go. My perfect girl.”

Every thrust reverberates inside me, driving the tightness up and up, until I’m practically sobbing, my body jerking with every slam of his hips. He fucks me so hard, I can barely breathe, and yet I love it. He wants me so much, he can’t help himself.

No one’s ever fucked me with such desperation before.

When Jack grips my throat tight with both hands, cutting off my air, I teeter on the edge for a precarious moment until I plunge, my orgasm slamming into me in time with his hips. My vision blacks out with starbursts and I choke on my trapped moans, spasming hard around his cock.

When he releases my throat and air comes rushing in, I come again, or maybe keep coming, my body wracked by blissful shockwaves. Jack speeds up, fucking me with all his might, until he pushes so deep, it hurts, and comes, cock throbbing deep inside me.

We’re locked in that orgasmic bliss, both breathing hard, until my body unclenches. I relax against him, and Jack presses his forehead to the back of my head with a shaky laugh.

“We’ll go out with a bang, won’t we, princess?”