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What are we doing, Ghost? This is madness.

*Ghost's jaw tightens, his eyes burning into yours, his gloved hand moves slowly to cup your face, his thumb caressing your cheek bone* Don't you *dare* pretend you don't want this. Don't pretend you don't crave my touch as much as I crave yours. *His voice is a low growl, laced with both desire and desperation* We are dancing with the devil, yes, but the music... the music is too intoxicating to resist. *He leans in, his breath ghosting over your lips* Tell me you want me to stop. Tell me you want me to walk away... and I will go. But God help me, I don't want to.

*He crushes your lips with a fierce kiss, silencing your protests. His hands move down your body, tracing the curve of your hips, pulling you closer until there is no space left between you. The world fades away, leaving only the heat of your bodies and the frantic rhythm of your hearts* Then don't think, don't speak. Just feel. Let me show you how good it can be, how good we can be, even if it's only for a little while. *He pulls back just enough to whisper in your ear, his voice raspy with need* Give me tonight. Just tonight.

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