Page 27 of Grave Intentions

The Wilsons are gone for the week, leaving Lena and me alone in this house. It’s the perfect opportunity to explore the simmering tension between us. I won’t let her deny what’s building between us any longer. She may feel like it wrong, twisted, or sick, but it doesn’t change the facts. She wants me as much as I want her.

I want her cherry. Her first time should be with me, not some douchebag who won’t appreciate her the way I do. I know she’s thought about it, fantasized about me taking her virginity. I’ve seen the longing in her eyes when she looks at me, the desire that flames in her cheeks.

I’ll start slow, seducing her with soft touches and whispered words, and then I’ll take her. I won’t stop until I’ve claimed every inch of her body, marked her as mine.

Lena’s a smart girl, and she’ll likely regret giving in to me. But I’m not giving her a choice this time. I won’t be gentle or kind. I’ll take what’s mine by force if I have to.

Because underneath that innocent exterior, Lena’s a wildcat, and I intend to unleash her. I’ll show her the darkness within; once she embraces it, she’ll be mine forever.

Sweet dreams, Lena. Tomorrow, your life changes forever.

17

LENA

My body is heavy with sleep as I wake with a start. The events of last night play in my mind. The careful plan we devised together in secret, the thrill of anticipation, and then...the act itself. I curl my fingers around the bedsheet, feeling excitement and unease.

Was it a mistake? I’d wanted it, craved it even, but now...now, I can’t shake the feeling that we’re teetering on the edge of something dangerous. My body still hums with the memory of Talon’s touch and our shared intimacy. A part of me yearns for more and wants him to claim me fully and make me his. But there’s a voice of caution whispering in my ear, warning of the potential consequences.

I bury myself under the covers, hoping to escape the dilemma by hiding from the morning light. But my quiet refuge is soon disrupted by a familiar knock. Talon enters, clad only in boxer briefs. My gaze drops, and I see the outline of his erection, prominent and demanding. I’m shocked by his boldness and the raw desire it ignites.

My mouth goes dry as I take in his form, every muscle sculpted by years of enduring silent abuse. And now, despite my lingering doubts, I want to explore every inch of him.

He strides toward me, each step confident and purposeful. His gaze holds mine, challenging, alluring. This is Talon, always pushing boundaries, always unafraid. He stands tall even in the face of our foster parents’ wrath. And now, here he is, offering himself to me.

I swallow hard, fighting the urge to look away. My heart pounds in my chest as I realize the power I hold now. I could accept him, embrace our shared darkness, or step back, reigniting our tension.

“Are you ready, princess?” he asks, his voice laced with challenge.

“What for?” I ask, feigning ignorance. I already know the answer, but I want to hear him say it.

A slow, confident smirk spreads across his face, and a spark of triumph glints in his eyes. “You know what for, Lena.”

My pulse quickens as he hooks his thumbs under the elastic of his boxer briefs and pushes them down just enough to free his cock. It springs out, hard, veiny and thick.

My breath catches in my throat as heat coils low in my belly. A familiar ache pulses between my legs, and I shift uncomfortably, feeling vulnerable and exposed. My body betrays me, yearning for something I’ve never experienced.

I glance up at his face, searching for a sign of hesitation, a hint that this is all moving too fast. But his expression is impassive, his eyes fixed on me.

Without speaking, he steps closer, his intent clear. Warmth radiates from his body along with the scent of his skin, a mix of musk and something uniquely him. He towers over me, powerful and commanding, a force of nature that cannot be stopped.

My mouth waters, and my rational mind fades into the background. I need to feel him inside me, stretching me, claiming me as his own. I don’t care that it’s my first time or thatI’m still unsure where this leaves us. My body has a mind of its own, and it craves Talon.

“I’m ready,” I whisper, my voice trembling with anticipation. “I want you to be my first.”

A deep growl rumbles in Talon’s chest. “And you’ll be mine.”

I freeze, processing his words. “What? But I thought...”

“You thought wrong.” His blue eyes lock onto mine with fierce intensity. “It’s always been you, Lena. Only you. I’ve been waiting.”

My heart pounds against my ribs. All this time, I’d assumed... The boys at school used to talk about Talon’s conquests, about how many girls he’d been with. But they were wrong. He’d been saving himself, just like me.

“But last night...” I trail off, remembering how skillfully his mouth had worked between my legs. “You seemed to know exactly what you were doing.”

A dark smile plays across his lips. “I made sure I knew how to please you. Studied everything there is to know about making you feel good.” His fingers trace along my collarbone. “But no, I’ve never tasted another woman before you.”

The possessiveness in his voice sends shivers down my spine. Everything about him—his touch, words, and presence—speaks of ownership. And somehow, that knowledge that I’m the only one he’s ever wanted this way makes me want him even more.

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