The Grotto Ghost
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The Grotto Ghost
The Midnight Series No. 001
The library held its breath. It smelled of old leather, polished wood, and something harder to name—expensive regret, sealed into the walls over decades. The kind of room that remembered everything but revealed nothing.
Nicole stood at the mahogany desk, still, composed—but not untouched. The strap of her slip dress had fallen just enough to suggest the evening had already left its mark. Her fingers trailed lightly over the desk’s edge, tracing the grain of the wood as if it held secrets she needed to coax out. Her pulse quickened at the memory of hands—strong, insistent—gripping her waist earlier, pulling her close in the dim light of forgotten shelves.
She shifted, the fallen strap slipping further down her shoulder, exposing the curve of her breast, nipple hardening in the cool air. He entered without a word, his eyes locking onto the bare skin of her shoulder, darkening with hunger. Without breaking stride, he closed the distance, his hand reaching out to hook the strap, but instead of lifting it, he tugged it lower, baring her fully.
“You left me waiting,” he murmured, his voice low like the creak of ancient floorboards.
His other hand slid up her thigh, bunching the dress higher, fingers brushing the damp heat of her pussy. She arched into him, legs parting instinctively, the polished wood cool against her ass as he lifted her onto the desk. Books tumbled aside, forgotten, as he pressed between her thighs, his cock straining against his trousers, hard and ready.
He unbuckled his belt, freeing his cock—thick, veined, and glistening with pre-cum. Nicole’s gaze dropped to it, hunger flaring as she wrapped her hand around the shaft, stroking firmly from base to tip. “Fuck me,” she whispered, guiding him to her entrance. He gripped her hips and thrust in deep with one hard push. She cried out, the stretch burning sweetly as he filled her.
Dominique X
The Midnight Series
