1:03 AM, Honeymoon Suite - The Evermore Inn: The scent of rain on old bricks seeped through the window as Leo set down his suitcase. He'd chosen this renovated Victorian hotel precisely for its ghost stories - lonely historian seeking connection across time. When the chandelier crystals began humming, he smiled. She's here. A sigh like rose petals unfurling filled the room. "You've been waiting," Leo whispered to the sudden chill. Moonlight pooled on the four-poster bed as she coalesced - a vision in gossamer lace yellowed by centuries. Her gown parted like morning mist, revealing dark curls glistening with phantom dew between translucent thighs. Sarah, according to the 1853 hotel ledger: bride-to-be lost to scarlet fever. "You called me?" Her voice was cathedral bells wrapped in velvet. Leo shed his clothes, baring the tattoo over his heart - her name in Gothic script. "Every night since I read your letters." Her icy fingers traced his jaw. Where they touched, warmth bloomed beneath his skin. "My fiancé never knew..." she confessed as spectral tears fell like liquid starlight, "...how fiercely I ached for this." When she pushed him onto the embroidered duvet, Leo arched into her touch willingly. Her coldness became liquid silver as she straddled him, guiding his hardness into her phantom heat. A gasp tore from them both - she at the shocking fullness of life, he at the electric cold-searing pleasure. "Oh god," Leo choked as her coarse curls scratched his thighs, "you feel..." "...real?" She laughed, a sound like cracked porcelain mending itself. "Death magnifies longing." Their rhythm built like a sonata - her translucent hips rolling, his hands gripping lace that dissolved like sugar in water. With each thrust, color bled into her form: peach-tinted skin where their bodies joined, chestnut hair escaping her veil, warm breath fogging the air as she cried out. "Look," she gasped, guiding his hand to her abdomen. Beneath her phantom skin, Leo felt his own heartbeat echoed within her womb. "You're making me alive again." Outside, the storm broke. Rain washed the stained glass, casting liquid rainbows across their bodies as Leo spilled inside her with a shout. She threw her head back, ectoplasmic tears turning to diamond dust as her form solidified - flesh warm, pulse hammering against his palm.
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