Wren’s POV

The mattress dips beside me. I feel his weight.

His entire body presses me into the sheets and I can feel chest, stomach, hips and legs pinning me down but I see only my own body being pressed into the antique mattress by nothing.

"You're heavy for a dead man," I gasp, because my brain is coping with the impossible by making jokes.

"I'm solid where it counts." Something huge, hard and thick presses against my inner thigh. My eyes widen when I realize what it is.

I can feel the head of his cock against my skin, the ridge of it, the weight, and when I reach...