Page 32 of Grave Intentions

She leans in close, her lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I know exactly what I’m wishing for, Talon.” Her breath fans across my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. “So, why don’t you come and get it?”

That’s all the invitation I need. In one swift motion, I push back from the table and pull Lena onto my lap, her thighs straddling my hips. She releases a soft gasp of surprise, her hands gripping my shoulders for balance.

“Talon,” she breathes, her eyes wide and pupils dilated. “What are you?—”

I silence her with a searing kiss, my hands sliding around her waist to pull her flush against me. Lena melts into my embrace, her lips parting in a soft sigh. The taste of her, the feel of her body pressed against mine, it’s intoxicating. I can feel the darkness within me surging, demanding that I claim her as my own.

But I force myself to slow down, to savor this moment. Lena is mine, and I’ll be damned if I rush this. I pull back, my fingers tracing the delicate line of her jaw.

“You drive me crazy, Lena,” I whisper against her lips, my hands sliding up her thighs. “Can you feel what you do to me?”

Lena’s eyes flutter closed as I grind against her, her hips moving in a slow, torturous rhythm. “Yes,” she moans, her breath coming in short gasps. “I can feel you, Talon.”

I nip at her lower lip, my hands tightening on her thighs. “Show me,” I demand, my voice harsh with need. “I want you to take it all off, Lena. Every. Single. Piece.”

Lena’s eyes snap open, desire and a hint of uncertainty flashing in their depths. She stands without hesitation, reaching up to pull the dress over her head, baring her body to me. I take a moment to admire the swell of her breasts, the narrow line of her waist, and the curve of her hips. She’s perfect, an ethereal goddess standing before me, offering herself up.

“Keep going,” I growl, unable to tear my eyes away.

Lena’s cheeks flush as she bends to step out of her underwear, leaving her naked before me. I let my eyes wander, taking in every inch of her, committing this moment to memory.

“Now me,” I announce, my voice hoarse with need. I stand, pull my shirt over my head, and quickly shed my jeans, kicking them aside.

Lena’s eyes roam over my body, her breath quickening as her gaze lands on the evidence of my arousal. I step closer, my bare chest brushing against hers, and reach down to take her hands in mine. “Look at what you do to me, Lena,” I whisper, pressing her palm against my hard cock. “You make me insane.”

Lena moans, her eyes fluttering closed as she strokes me through my boxers. “Talon?—”

I silence her with a kiss, my tongue tangling with hers as I savor the taste of her. My hands move to the waistband of my boxers, slowly sliding them down my hips, eager to feel the full extent of her touch.

“You like this, don’t you?” I murmur against her lips, relishing the feel of her soft skin against mine. “Getting me all worked up.”

Lena whimpers, her hands exploring my body with a boldness that matches my own. “You know I do, Talon,” shebreathes, her lips trailing my jaw. “I love knowing that I affect you this way.”

I chuckle, low and deep in my throat. “Oh, you affect me, Lena. More than you know.” I slide my hands into her hair, tilting her head back to expose the delicate line of her neck. “And I plan on returning the favor.”

Lena’s eyes flutter open, her gaze locking with mine as her fingers trace patterns across my skin. “I want that,” she whispers, her voice thick with desire. “I want all of you, Talon.”

I lean in, my lips brushing against hers as I savor the moment. “And you’ll have it,” I promise, my voice gravelly. “Every inch of me is yours, Lena. Always.”

And with that, I surrender to the moment, letting Lena’s touch consume me as much as I want to consume her.

19

LENA

The house is quiet. The sun is still bright outside, but in the living room, the curtains are drawn, casting the room in a sensual, dusky light. My heart is pounding as I lie beneath him on the couch.

Talon's eyes are hungry as they rove over my body, and his lips curl into a devastating smile. I can feel the hard planes of his chest against mine, his skin damp with sweat, and his breath hot on my neck.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he murmurs. "You're so beautiful when you let go, Lena."

I shiver at the sound of my name on his lips. His hands grip my thighs, squeezing gently, and he lifts me slightly, positioning me just right.

"Look at me," he commands, and I open my eyes, meeting his intense gaze. His eyes are dark and stormy, and I'm lost in them. "You're mine, aren't you? Can't get enough."

I nod, unable to speak, as he lowers me onto him. "That's it," he growls. "Take what you need."

I move with him, my body instinctively matching his rhythm. His hands move to grip my hips, guiding me, and his mouth finds my neck, kissing and sucking gently.

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