Page 71 of Grave Intentions

The car creaks as he shifts, and then I feel him lining up at my entrance. He pushes inside, filling me in one smooth stroke. I cry out, my body adjusting to his size. He feels so good, stretching me in all the right ways.

"Jesus, Lena," he grits out, his hips beginning to move. "So fucking tight. I love your greedy little pussy."

My back arches as he begins to thrust. I bite my lip, trying to keep quiet, but it's impossible with the way he's pounding into me. My body rocks with each snap of his hips, the car bouncing slightly in time with our rhythm. His hands grip my hips, guiding me into each stroke, his cock slamming deep.

His fingers dig into my flesh, his movements becoming more urgent. "I'm not gonna last, baby. Your pussy milking me dry."

The filthy words push me over the edge again, and I come with a cry, my body clenching around him. "Talon, yes!"

He groans my name, his release pulsing inside me. He stills, his forehead dropping to my shoulder as he rides out the waves of pleasure.

Talon's arms tighten around me as we drift in the afterglow, his softening cock still buried inside me. "I want to keep my dick warm, and where better than your pussy?"

I giggle, my fingers tracing random patterns on his arm. "Yeah, I'll keep it warm."

His hips give a slight thrust, sending tingles through my sensitive flesh. "Maybe I'll just stay inside you like this forever."

I consider this, my hand moving to rest over his, where it's draped around my hip. "Could be worse places."

He chuckles, nuzzling his face into the back of my neck. "Much worse places."

We settle into silence, my eyes closing as I try to chase sleep. But my mind won't calm, images and memories flashing behind my eyelids. I shift slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position without detaching from him.

"You okay?" His voice rumbles through his chest, vibrating against my back.

"Yeah." I hesitate, not wanting to voice my fears and break the moment's peace. "Just trying to clear my head a bit."

He gets it without me needing to say more. "They'll find the bodies eventually," he says, his tone matter of fact. "But by the time they do, we'll be long gone."

I draw small circles on his arm, my heart heavy. "I know. They were monsters. But it doesn't make this easier."

His lips press a kiss to my shoulder. "You're feeling guilty, but I'm not. I'm glad they're dead. I'm glad we did it."

Those words lift some of the weight from my chest. I sink into his embrace, grateful for his unwavering strength. "I guess I am glad, too. I just... I don't want the police to think I had something to do with it."

"They won't." His free hand covers mine, lacing our fingers together. "They don't have anything to link us to the deaths, and that's if they even find the bodies."

His reassurance soothes some of my fears, and my eyes finally drift shut.

43

TALON

Finally, after a long drive, I pull into the parking lot of our new apartment complex in Austin, stretching after the long drive. The building's beige exterior and simple landscaping won't win any beauty contests. Still, it's far from Boston, and that's what matters.

"Home sweet home," I say, helping Lena grab her bag from the trunk. The Texas heat hits differently than Massachusetts—more intense, like it's trying to burn away our past.

Our second-floor unit has basic furnishings—a worn couch, kitchen table, and queen bed. The AC unit rattles but pumps out cold air. The walls need a fresh coat of paint, and the carpet's seen better days, but it's ours. No one knows us here.

"I need to head to UT," Lena says, pulling out her acceptance letter. Her eyes sparkle with determination despite the exhaustion from our three-day journey. "The sooner I get enrolled, the better."

I nod, grabbing my keys again. "I'll drive you." The campus isn't far—another reason I chose this location. I can keep watch over her between job shifts once I find one.

The university sprawls across downtown Austin, its limestone buildings gleaming under the brutal sun. Studentsmill about, wrapped up in their normal lives. They have no idea what darkness Lena and I carry.

I park near the admissions office. "Want me to come in?"

"I've got this," Lena says, squeezing my hand. She steps out into the heat, the acceptance letter clutched to her chest. I watch her walk away, her shoulders straight and head high. Even after everything, she still carries herself with that quiet grace that first drew me to her.

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