Page 30 of Grave Intentions

I swallow, my pulse quickening as the weight of what we’ve just done sinks in. I’m bound to him forever. The thought should scare me, but it fills me with a heady sense of satisfaction.

“I know,” I whisper, my eyes never leaving his. “And you’re mine.”

Something vulnerable flickers in his eyes, and his fierce expression softens. “Always, baby.”

His lips capture mine, and our kiss is slower this time, sweet and tender. He’s still inside me, and I feel him twitch, causing a ripple of pleasure to course through me. I smile against his mouth, my body already responding to his.

His hands reach up to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing my sensitive nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through me. “You’re so responsive,” he murmurs, his eyes darkening with desire again. “I love how you react to my touch.”

I shiver as he teases my nipples, rolling them between his fingers. “They’re sensitive,” I breathe, arching into his touch.

“Yeah?” He plucks at them, grinning when I mewl softly. “You like that, baby?”

“Mmm,” I hum my agreement. “Don’t stop.”

His low chuckle vibrates against my chest. “Not a chance.”

His mouth closes over one tight bud, sucking gently as his hand moves to tease the other. Heat spreads through my core, desire already building again. How is this possible? I just climaxed, and now my body is ready for more.

Talon pulls away, a hint of teeth scraping my sensitive flesh. “You have the most gorgeous tits,” he growls. “I could play with these all day.”

Heat creeps up my neck, and my nipples pebble even tighter beneath his worship. I’m feeling emboldened by his praise. “They’re yours to play with,” I offer shyly. “Anytime you want.”

I see the words affect him; his eyes darken further, and his cock twitches inside me. “Damn right, they are,” he growls. “All of you belongs to me.”

His possessiveness gives me goosebumps, and I get even wetter. This primitive side of him feeds something deep within me, something that yearns to be owned and dominated by this man who has always protected me.

He pulls out of me slowly, his eyes smoldering as he takes in the sight of his still-hard cock sliding out of my well-used pussy. My inner walls feel tender, and my thighs tremble slightly, but I’m already eager for more.

He chuckles, noticing my hungry gaze. “Hungry, baby?”

“For you,” I breathe, meaning every word. “Always.”

He grins, predatory and sexy. “Turn over.”

I do as he says, getting on my hands and knees and offering myself to him. Talon moves behind me, his hands caressing my hips before gripping them roughly. “You ready for round two?”

“Yes, please,” I beg, my voice thick with need. “I need you, Talon.”

He leans over me, his hot breath fanning the back of my neck. “You’re so fucking greedy, Lena,” he growls in approval. “Just the way I like you.”

And then he fills me again, making me scream in a mix of pleasure and pain as my world fades to just the two of us.

18

TALON

Lena descends the stairs, and I take a deep, steadying breath. Her dress clings to her curves in all the right places, the soft fabric accentuating her delicate beauty. My eyes drink in every inch of her, and I feel my control slipping.

Her voice pulls me from my trance. “You cooked?” she asks, her tone laced with surprise. I nod, gesturing to the table I’ve set with a simple but elegant meal. “I, uh, had to learn when I got here,” I admit, the memory of Mrs. Wilson’s lessons still fresh in my mind.

She moves closer, her hazel eyes searching mine. “It looks amazing, Talon.” She offers me a small smile, and I feel my chest tighten. This woman, this beautiful, captivating woman, is the only light in my bleak existence. She’s the one thing I can’t bear to lose, the one person who makes me feel alive in a world that’s tried to break me.

The fierce desire to shield her from harm, to keep her safe from the cruelty we’ve both endured, consumes me. I want to wrap her in my arms, to promise her that I’ll always be there, no matter what. The intensity of my feelings for her is both terrifying and exhilarating, a powerful force that drives me to be better, to be stronger, for her. I pull out Lena’s chair, waiting forher to sit before taking my place across from her. We eat silently; the only sound is the soft clink of silverware against China. I can’t tear my eyes away, mesmerized by how she delicately lifts each bite to her lips.

“This is really good, Talon,” Lena says, breaking the silence. “I didn’t know you could cook.”

I shrug, trying to appear nonchalant. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Lena.” My voice drops to a low, intimate register, and I see her shiver.

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