Chapter 94 Visitors

• Ghost POV
• Prince’s lips crash against mine with a desperate frenzy, his hands gripping my shirt like he’s afraid I’ll pull away. He’s supposed to be resting, but the way he’s kissing me tells me he has no intention of doing that.
• He moves backward, pulling me with him, his grip firm and demanding. A chuckle rumbles through me as I let him lead, but the second his back hits the bed, he’s dragging me down with him.