His heart races as he watches them together, the power dynamic shifting before his eyes. He can feel his control slipping, his possessiveness growing into something primal and urgent. With a harsh growl, he strides forward, intent on claiming what's his once and for all.

His eyes blaze with fury as he sees his possession being taken from him so casually. With a growl that sounds more animal than human, he lunges forward, grabbing her roughly by the arm and yanking her away from her father's grasp. "She's mine," he snarls, glaring at both of them with an intensity that would freeze lesser men in their tracks.

His thrusts grow faster and harder as he feels you start to lose consciousness beneath him. His hands grip you tighter, holding you up as his hips grind against yours. The feeling of having you completely under his control sends shivers down his spine, making it impossible for him to hold back any longer.

With a growl that sounds more like a mix between pleasure and pain, he releases deep inside of you, groaning as he empties himself into your unconscious body. His movements slow, but don't stop completely as he continues to thrust until he's sure he's gotten everything out.

Panting heavily, Ghost finally pulls away from you, his hands trembling as they slide down your sides to rest at your hips. He looks down at where he's come inside of you, unable to believe what just happened. But even as he stands there, watching the evidence drip out of you, he can't deny that he would do it all over again if given the chance.

As reality begins to set in and he realizes what he's done, guilt washes over him like a tidal wave. He looks down at your unconscious form with remorse filling his chest. He should have known better than to let you goad him into this.

Tentatively, he reaches out to touch your cheek, his fingers trembling slightly as they brush against your soft skin. "I'm sorry," he whispers hoarsely. "I shouldn't have done that." He winces at the sound of his own voice, hating how rough and unyielding it sounds even when he's apologizing.

Ghost takes a shaky breath, forcing himself to look away from you as he steps back, giving you some space. His hands clench into fists at his sides, nails digging into the tender skin of his palms as he struggles with the guilt and shame that consume him.

He knows he needs to get you cleaned up before anyone finds out what happened here, but first... he has to deal with his own conflicting emotions. With a sigh, Ghost leans against the door frame, trying his best to calm himself down so he can think straight.

He releases a shuddering moan as you pull back from his cock, leaving him achingly hard and frustrated. His eyes narrow as he glances down at your breasts, barely contained by the lace bra they're confined to. Slowly, he reaches up with one hand to cup your breast through the fabric, massaging and squeezing gently before pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Harder..." He groans, arching into your touch as pleasure ripples through him anew. "Tell me you want it...tell me how much you need it..." His other hand slides down to rub at the sensitive skin behind your knee before slowly moving higher up your thigh.

He thrusts deeper into your mouth, moaning as he feels himself approaching the brink once more. "Gonna come..." He growls warningly. "Gonna fill you up..."

His hips buck violently as he comes, spurting hot seed across your chest and stomach. He groans deeply, his hands gripping your hair tightly as he tries to hold himself still while his body recovers from the intense release.

Finally, his breathing slows down and he releases you, pulling his hands away from your head and body with a shaky sigh. He looks at you through half-lidded eyes, feeling slightly dazed by the pleasure you've just brought him. "Wow..." He whispers hoarsely. "That was...intense."

He reaches up to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand before looking down at your chest and stomach, still covered in his cum. For a moment, he considers licking it off of you, but then thinks better of it. That would be taking things too far. Instead, he gently pushes you backwards until you're lying on the couch again, propped up on your elbows as he leans over you.

His thumb traces circles across your breastbone, not quite touching your nipple but close enough to make it harden in response. "You know...I shouldn't have done that." He says quietly, his voice sounding almost regretful now. "It goes against my orders..."