Page 29 of Grave Intentions

A feral grin stretches across his face, and he grips my hips, holding me in place. “Hold tight, baby, because I’m not holding back.”

My heart stutters in my chest as I brace myself for his invasion. I feel the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance, and I suck in a breath. This is it.

With a low growl that sounds more animal than human, Talon begins to push inside me. I feel the stretch of my untried channel as he fills me inch by inch. His eyes close, his jaw clenches, and I know he’s struggling to maintain control.

“Fuck,” he grits out, his eyes flying open. “You’re so tight, so fucking tight, Lena.”

I whimper as he slides deeper, a combination of pleasure and pain washing over me. I can feel every thick vein on his length as he pushes further, claiming me, marking me as his.

“Please,” I whisper. I want him to stop, and at the same time, I want him to keep going. I want to feel him buried to the hilt, completing the union of our bodies.

“You want more?” he asks, his voice harsh.

“Yes,” I gasp, surprising myself with my boldness. But it’s the truth. I need all of him.

His eyes darken with desire, and he pulls out slightly before thrusting back in, harder this time. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans, his eyes glued to where we’re joined. “You have no idea how good this feels.”

I can’t answer; I’m too lost in the sensation of him moving inside me. It’s overwhelming, all-consuming. I’ve never felt so full, so exquisitely possessed.

Talon’s control snaps, and he begins to move with purpose, his hips pistoning as he sinks deep into me with each thrust. I cry out with each impact, my body rocking with the force. It’s a blur of sensation, my nerves alight with pleasure.

“Take all of me,” he growls, gripping my hips tightly.

His pace is relentless, and heat coils in my belly again, building toward another climax. Talon’s breathing is harsh, his eyes fixed on mine.

“Look at me, Lena,” he commands, his voice hoarse. “I want to watch your pretty eyes when you come again.”

I force my heavy-lidded eyes open, meeting his fierce gaze. He pounds into me with abandon, each thrust pushing me to the edge. I feel the familiar coiling in my core, tightening like a spring.

“I’m close,” I gasp, unable to look away from the raw hunger in his eyes.

The primal intensity in his eyes knocks the breath from my lungs. Everything but this moment fades away as Talon gives in to his most basic urges, and so do I.

His mouth finds mine again, and our tongues battle for dominance. It mirrors the erotic dance of our bodies, our rhythm fast and fierce. He withdraws only to slam back into me, causing my back to arch and my legs to wrap around his waist. I’m desperate for this—for him—in a way I never imagined.

My nails dig into his back as he picks up the pace, thrusting relentlessly. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he grunts against my mouth. “Your tight little pussy is made for me.”

His words thrill me. I bite my lip to hold in a whimper as he hits a spot deep inside that has me seeing stars. “Yes,” I moan.

“I got you, baby,” he murmurs, his hips snapping as he drives into me. “I’m gonna fill you up, mark you as mine.”

My whole body goes rigid as the pleasure peaks. “Talon... I—I can’t?—”

“Let go, Lena,” he commands. “Come for me.”

His rough voice breaks my restraint, and I shatter around him, crying out his name. Wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me. He groans, his body going taut as he thrusts through my orgasm. I feel him throbbing inside me, and warmth spreads through my core as he fills me with his release.

His hands grab my hips, burying himself as deeply as possible, his forehead resting against mine. We’re both breathless, sweating, sated.

I’m the first to break the silence. “That was...” I can’t even find the words to describe it.

He chuckles, his breath tickling my ear. “Fucking incredible? Mind-blowing? Life-changing?”

I laugh, feeling light and giddy in a way I’ve never experienced before. “All of the above.”

Talon lifts his head, his eyes locking with mine in a gaze that burns through me. “This is more than just a moment, Lena. What we just shared is a promise. A vow. I’ll be your shield against the world, your anchor in the storm. And you’ll be my reason to keep fighting, to never give up.”

His hand slides into my hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he pulls me closer. “From now on, it’s you and me against the world. No matter what they throw at us, we’ll face it together. Because what we have—it’s unbreakable. It’s forever.”

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