Page 57 of Grave Intentions

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Like that, do you?” He shifts his hips, repeating the motion, driving me wild. “God, you’re so responsive.”

“Yes!” I’m a mess of need, bucking my hips to meet his. “Harder, Talon. Fuck me harder.”

With a feral growl, he pulls out, causing me to whimper at the loss. Then he flips me over, pressing me into the mattress. He grips my hips, pulling me up onto my knees as he drives into me from behind.

“You like it like this, don’t you?” he grunts, his breath hot against my neck. “On your knees, taking it like a good girl.”

I moan, my head falling forward as he pistons in and out of me. “Yes, fuck, yes!”

Talon’s hand lands on my ass, giving it a sharp smack. “That’s my good girl.” He repeats the action, his rhythm never faltering. “Always so wet and eager for me, baby.”

My breath catches as he slaps my ass again, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to my core. “More,” I beg.

He chuckles, the sound sending delicious shivers down my spine. “Such a dirty girl. Want me to mark you up, don’t you?”

“Yes, please.” My cheeks burn with shame, but my body craves his touch. “Please, Talon.”

He obliges, his hand raining down sharp slaps that leave my ass cheeks stinging. I cry out with each blow, the pleasure and pain mixing in a heady cocktail that pushes me closer to the edge. His finger traces the brand he etched into my skin with his knife.

“That’s it, take it,” he growls, his fingers digging into my hips as he thrusts into me with abandon. “Take all the pain and pleasure I give you.”

I sob with each slap, my body shaking as the pressure builds. “Talon, I’m close,” I pant.

“Come for me, baby,” he grunts, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Come on my cock.”

His command pushes me over the edge, and I cry out as my orgasm washes over me. Talon lets out a ragged groan, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he empties himself inside me with a few more sharp thrusts.

We collapse onto the bed, our bodies damp with sweat. Talon kisses my shoulder, his hands gently stroking my hair.

“That was—intense.” I turn my head to look at him, my voice breathless.

He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. “I aim to please, baby.”

I nuzzle closer to him, my fingers tracing the scars on his back. Memories of his protective actions over the years flood my mind. “You know, you’re the only one who’s ever seen all of me,” I whisper.

He goes still, then slowly turns his head to look at me, his eyes filled with a fierce intensity. “You know I’d do anything for you, right?”

My heart twists at the raw emotion in his eyes. “I know.”

His hand reaches for mine. “I’m yours forever.”

My breath catches at his words, the depth of his devotion overwhelming me. No one has ever loved me with such fierce, uncontrollable passion. It scares me, excites me, and fulfills me all at once.

“Can I—” My voice falters as I swallow, suddenly shy. “Can I carve my initials in you like you did to me?”

His eyes darken. “Where do you want it?”

I bite my lip, a mix of anticipation and nerves coursing through me. “Here.” I trace a spot above his heart. “I want my mark right here.”

A slow, sinful smile spreads across his face. “Whatever my dark angel wants.”

He kisses me softly, his tongue tangling with mine in a sweet, intimate caress that contrasts sharply with our previous rough passion. Then he gets up, going to his bag and retrieving a small, sharp knife.

He hands it to me, his eyes sparkling with dark desire. “Make your mark, Lena.”

My fingers tremble as I take the knife from him, the blade glinting menacingly. I hesitate, my breath catching as I realize what I’m about to do.

“Don’t hold back,” he whispers, his voice thick with anticipation. “Make it deep. I want to feel it.”

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