Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
“Well…all right, I guess.” Hanna nodded, feeling shaken. “But I still want you to hold me, though,” she added. “Will you? Please?”
Wraith’s mismatched eyes went soft.
“It would be my very great pleasure, little one,” he rumbled. “Scoot over and let me get into bed with you.”
Hanna scooted over—but not too much—she wanted him close. Wraith seemed to feel the same way because the minute he got in beside her, he pulled her into his arms and nestled her close to his side.
“Mmm…you’re so warm,” Hanna sighed in contentment as she pressed her cheek to his broad chest. “I’ve never met any ghost who was warm before—usually they’re all so gray and chilly.”
“I’m only warm and solid with you,” Wraith reminded her. “You make me feel alive again.”
Hanna wanted to tell him that he did the same for her. She’d never been with any man who honestly cared about her pleasure and comfort like Wraith did. They might be rushing things a little, but honestly it felt like they belonged together. Like he was a missing piece of her life she’d been looking for without even knowing it.
But she didn’t quite know how to express all that—or if it was too soon to say it. Besides, the many, many orgasms he’d given her had tired her out completely. She could feel her eyelids closing, though she tried to keep them open.
Wraith seemed to see her problem because he dropped a gentle kiss on the top of her head and said,
“Sleep now, beloved. I’ll guard your dreams. Nothing will get near you while you’re in my arms. ”
Hanna remembered that he didn’t sleep and she knew he was right. The Dark Entity didn’t stand a chance of getting anywhere near her as long as her ghost warrior was holding her.
For the first time in months—ever since the Dark Entity had started stalking her—she found that she was able to close her eyes without any fear or anxiety. And instead of tossing and turning for hours, she fell asleep almost at once, held safe and secure against Wraith’s broad chest.
18
HANNA
The next month was the happiest of Hanna’s entire life. She felt calm and peaceful and she was no longer afraid of the Dark Entity. Since Wraith had wounded it, the demonic creature hadn’t dared to come anywhere near her. It was as though her ghost warrior’s bravery had banished it completely.
And since she no longer had to deal with Imps and unhappy ghosts appearing around every corner, she was much less nervous and jumpy. With Aunt Luna’s encouragement, she enrolled in one of the universities that had branches aboard the Mother Ship and began her literature degree again.
Wraith never left her side. He even attended classes with her—Hanna sat in the back of the room with an empty seat beside her so he could touch her and listen in. She even picked up an extra course in Blood Kindred literature and began to think of double majoring in Kindred and Earth Lit.
She had never felt more happy and healthy—both mentally and physically—in her life. And every day she fell more deeply in love with her ghost warrior.
It amazed her sometimes—you would think that after being with someone literally all the time, 24/7, you would get tired of them. But she never felt that way about Wraith and he never seemed to feel that way about her, either.
They tried different experiments to see how solid he could be, starting with letting him drink. Hanna held his hand and watched anxiously as he took a sip of Fireflower juice—a favorite Kindred liquor.
Just as Wraith had thought, if she let go of his hand right away, he became insubstantial again and the liquid fell to the floor with a splat. But if she held his hand for at least five minutes after he took a drink, the liquid seemed to incorporate itself into his ghostly body and remained in place when she released his hand.
But though he could drink liquids and eat food again—as long as he was holding Hanna’s hand—there seemed to be a limit when it came to digestion. Which was to say, he never had to use the restroom, like a living person did. Instead, the food or drink he took in seemed to eventually just melt away.
Not being able to complete the digestive process didn’t seem to bother Wraith much. He was simply happy to be able to taste things again.
But the thing he liked best to taste was Hanna herself. All day long, the lust runes worked on her, causing her increasing sexual need. By the time evening came, she usually felt like she was so horny she was going to go crazy if she didn’t get some help.
Thankfully, Wraith was more than willing to offer that help. He was always willing and eager to taste her and make her come again and again with his tongue and fingers.