Page 78 of Grave Intentions

He stills for a moment, his breath hot on the back of my neck, then begins to move with slow, deep thrusts. "That's it, take it. Take all of me, you filthy little slut."

I moan, my body moving with his, my shoulders thrust helplessly against the cabin wall with my head turned to oneside. His rhythm becomes relentless, pounding into me with hard, fast strokes that send shocks of pleasure through my body.

"You like that, don't you? Like getting your ass destroyed by a stranger?"

"Yes," I sob, surrender and rapture mixing in my voice.

His pace quickens, his hips slapping against my ass as he drives into me with fierce, primal need. I'm lost in the whirlwind of sensations, craving more, needing release.

"Come for me," he demands, nipping at my shoulder. "Come with my cock in that beautiful fucking ass, and I might let you breathe."

My body clenches around him on command as I shatter into a million pieces. I cry out, my voice echoing through the trees, my orgasm pulsing through me in waves.

He comes with a growl, his release flooding me, marking me as his.

We stand there, joined together, our breathing harsh and labored. Slowly, he pulls out of me, and I struggle to hold myself up. He unfastens the handcuffs and then yanks the blindfold off. Suddenly he pulls me face him, and Talon stands before me, his mask hiding the full extent of his expression, but his eyes—piercing and intense—give him away. This game of ours is just as much for him as it is for me.

I step forward into his arms, and he holds me tightly, his face buried into my hair. "I love how fucking kinky you are," he whispers. "I just fucking love you more than anything on this godforsaken earth."

I close my eyes, savoring the moment of vulnerability. "I love you, too."

He lifts and carries me, still naked, to the cabin's porch swing. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my arm while the gentle breeze carries the scent of pine needles.

"I never thought I'd find peace after everything," I whisper, listening to his steady heartbeat. "But here, with you, I finally feel whole."

Talon's arm tightens around me. "You saved me too, Lena. Before you, I was lost in darkness. You showed me there could be light, even for someone like me."

I lift my head to meet his gaze. Those piercing blue eyes that once terrified me now hold nothing but devotion. "We saved each other," I say softly. "All those years in that foster home, enduring the Wilsons' abuse—it led us here. Together."

He cups my face gently, his thumb brushing my cheek. "You're my redemption, Lena Graves. My reason for being better."

Tears well in my eyes as I think about our journey - from scared foster kids to survivors who found love in the darkest places. "Promise me we'll always have this," I whisper. "Just us, against the world."

"I promise." He kisses my forehead tenderly. "You're my home, Lena. My everything."

We fall into a comfortable silence, watching the last rays of the sun disappear behind the trees. The stars emerge one by one, twinkling in the velvet sky. In this moment, our past trauma and pain feel distant. We've found healing in each other's arms and turned our shared darkness into something beautiful.

"I love you, Talon Voss," I murmur, snuggling closer.

His lips brush my hair. "I love you too, always."

The porch swing creaks softly as we rock, two broken souls who found wholeness together. Our love may not be a fairytale, but it's ours—fierce, dark, and eternal.

THE END

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