Page 47 of Grave Possession

“Yes, I know you love me.”

“Good, remember that.”

“W-What? Why?” His hands skate up my ribs, noting every healing bruise and avoiding them. Rounding over my shoulders, he pulls me closer to him, placing a gentle kiss on my scar. His warm tattooed hands slide down my spine, then over and under my ass.

“Because I’m about to fuck you like I hate you,” he whispers in my ear.

Without warning, he stands. Picking me up, and tossing me across the small distance to the large ottoman in the middle of the room. I fly through the air with a laughing squeal, landing with a small bounce on the cushion.

Then he’s on me, over me, inside me. Kissing me, fucking me, stealing my breath. The ottoman scrapes across the floor with the force of his thrusts, the echo of slapping skin reverberating around the room and mixing with the torrent of sounds pouring from my lips.

He raises himself up, kneeling between my spread thighs, watching his cock disappear inside of me. “Fuck, you take me so well, little siren,” he groans, gravelly and lust-soaked. His fingers curl around my ankles, pulling my legs further apart. Mischief flickers in his emerald eyes as he moves, lifting his right leg over mine and trapping my thigh between his legs underneath him. He pushes my other ankle up towards my head, and devours the sight of me splayed open to the breaking point just for him.

Then, he slams into me, ripping a scream from my throat. “That’s right, baby. All your screams belong to me, you fucking belong to me.”

“Ghost, shit! You’re going to split me apart,” I whine. His thrusts are ruthless as his hips crash into me, over and over.

“Damn right I am, Mallory. Come on, shatter for me.” He slaps my clit three times in quick succession, and I fucking explode around his cock. Blown apart at the seams from how he fucks me into oblivion.

“Again,” he growls.

“What?” I pant, still shaking as my orgasm rips through me.

“Again.” His voice is deep, near demonic, as darkness wraps around his very being.

Fuck me like you hate me, indeed. I’ll feel this night forever.

“I can’t! I can’t!” I sob.

“Isn’t this what you asked for?” he snaps, pressing so far inside me my eyes cross. Nox pumps his hips, cock rubbing against my g-spot, and brain melting pleasure ensnares me. “For me to fill you up? Get you so lost in the pleasure I bring you that I smother out everything else?” He pulls out to the tip then pushes back in, ever so slowly. “Replace every hateful touch with a passionate one?” His left hand holds my ankle to his shoulder as his right hand lands another slap to my pussy. I clench around him, and he fucking moans because of me. The sound has butterflies causing a ruckus in my cunt as his fingers start to strum my clit. “Caress every inch of your beautiful body so not a shred of it remembers anything but me?” Slow and hard he plows into me, chasing away all my demons. If it only lasts for this moment, I’ll take it. Inflict whatever you want on me, just don’t stop making me feel this way.

“Yes.”Thrust.“Yes.”Thrust.“Yes.”Thrust.“Fuck!” I cry.

Stopping their toying with my clit, his fingers sink inside my pussy, pushing in when his cock pulls out. They move in opposite directions and the sensation has me pleading for more. “Want me to dig myself so deep inside you that we threaten to become one?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Ghost, yes, please.” I beg.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll fill you up so good, you’ll have me seeping out of every hole.” His hand releases my ankle, wrapping around my thigh to rub my sweet spot. “All you’ll think of is me. All you’ll remember is me. And all you’ll feel is me. My touch. My tongue. My cock. And my absolute adoration for you.”

How he can keep up this tornado of mixed rhythms is beyond me, but I’m not complaining as he balances me on the precipice of another orgasm.

“Cum for me,” I pant, locking eyes with him.

“You first,” he grinds out, barely holding back his own release. I shake my head ‘No’.

Sliding his fingers out of my pussy, he grabs my ankle, pulling it to his right and rolling me over. He pushes my knee up, giving him more room to move and drive himself inside of me. His left hand weaves into my hair, pulling me up and arching my back. He uses the leverage of our bodies to force me back on his cock while he fucks me from behind. His free hand sneaks underneath my body to slap my clit in time with the snapping of his hips, and I can’t hold back any longer. Ghost tears another orgasm from me. Stars explode in my vision as I scream and writhe beneath him, cumming harder than I ever have before. He follows me off the cliff, bracing his body over mine, and holding me tight against him as his cock releases inside of me.

Nox embraces me, my back to his chest, as he nuzzles into my neck and breathes me in.

“Stop smelling me, weirdo,” I joke.

He rolls his hips and his cock moves inside me, causing a catch in my breath as pleasure comes racingback, bringing with it a twinge of pain. “Never,” he replies, burying his nose in my hair and sniffing me like a dog who knows you’re hiding a treat in your pocket. I laugh, a true and meaningful one. It’s light and happy, not at all forced or fake. It stops him immediately. “Make that sound again,” he rasps.

Chapter Thirty-five

Graves

Basking in the afterglow, I turn Mal in my hold and pull her close, snatching the ghost blanket off the floor to cover us. Her eyes fall shut, head resting against my chest, as my fingers trace over her soft, pale skin. She’s healing and I’m glad. I could barely make out the ghostly colour of her skin at the mill, buried beneath the blood, abrasions, and dirt. Based on that alone, I know her police statement isn’t a full recount of her time kidnapped by Ted.

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