Crispin
She slept peacefully and I wanted nothing more than to reach out and play with the hair that curled against her cheek.
I wanted to touch and kiss her. Show her how I felt about her but I couldn’t do that because the second she had found her release under me I had ceased to exist again. I didn’t have fingers to touch her or lips to kiss hers. I was a ghost again.
Dead and desperate.
Fate was cruel. Giving her to me when I wasn’t alive to enjoy her.
I had given her pleasure though and that was the most important thing. Maybe that had even been why I had drifted away to nothing. Because my job as her lover was done. I had pleased her.
But I didn’t want to be just her lover I wanted to be her mate in all ways. I wanted to love and protect her. Keep her safe and happy.
I glance
