Page 117 of Grave Possession

Moving around the body, Nox draws closer but still keeps his distance. “Crawl to me,” he demands, voice cold.

I wasn’t wet before when that scumbag was runninghis grubby hands all over me, but I sure as hell am now. The mask tilts to the side as Nox crooks his fingers at me, beckoning me to him.

On bloody hands and knees, I move across the damp forest floor. Legs dragging through the supple earth, coating my pants in a thin film of wet soil. The dewy underbrush wipes away most of the blood on my palms as I close in on the behemoth of a man before me. Fuck, he’s so built and delicious. Packed muscle and thick thighs, broad shoulders and inked to perfection. If there is a holy god of creation, Lennox Owen Graves was crafted just for me.

Kneeling before him, I wait. Throbbing with desire as he leaves me to stew in the tension thrumming between us. Slowly, his hand comes out, stroking down the side of the mask before gently pulling it from my face, dropping it to the ground beside me. He pops the button on his jeans and descends the zipper so fucking slowly, I’m aching, squeezing my thighs together and squirming against the seam of my leggings to get some stimulation.

“Tongue out,” he instructs, and I obey. Nox pulls his thickness free, stroking up and down his length as I watch like a thirsty bitch. “Eyes up here,” he growls. I gaze up at him from beneath my lashes as he cups the back of my head, guiding my mouth to his cock. His hand fists in my hair as his dick slides along my tongue, pushing into the back of my throat. My lips seal around him as I hum against his length. His breaths are heavy, puffing out from beneath the mask and fogging the air around him.

I run my hands up the front of his thighs, curling them around back, and holding tight as I suck him like awoman possessed. I dig my nails in as I move the head of his cock in and out of my throat. “Fuck yes, baby,” he breathes, hips stuttering and losing their rhythm. I pull back, swirling my tongue around his tip before swallowing him down again.

Ghost looks down upon me, the mask preventing me from reading the emotions on his face. Suddenly, he pulls it off, dropping it next to mine. His fist tightens painfully in my hair as he tosses me backward, my back connecting with the cold ground. Then he’s on me, lips crashing into mine as his warm hands tug my top down.

Nox’s hot mouth blazes a path across my chest, coming down over my left nipple. His other hand cups my right breast, pinching and rolling the peak between his strong fingers. I writhe beneath him, trying to get some fucking friction but he denies me. His hand moves back behind my head, feeling around in the leaves for something as his mouth meets mine again, rough, passionate, and desperate.

Nox’s fingers trace over my centre, finally. I move against them, seeking the mind-melting pleasure he threatens to drown me with. But he evades me. I don’t care if I’m eager, I want his hands on me now.

“Stop fucking moving,” he growls. The phrase so jarring I freeze, fearing I did something wrong. Quick as a whip, there’s a tug, followed by the distinct sound of ripping material. A smirk pulls at his lips as my gaze shoots between my thighs.

Ghost holds the yellow utility knife a hair’s breadth away from my pussy, which is now exposed thanks to the hole he sliced into my pants. He unlocks the blade, slidingit back into the handle, then clicks the lock tight before tossing it next to our disguises.

“What the f—” I start, but I’m cut off by my stalker’s lips pressing back into mine. His body is strung tight as he hovers above me.

Gripping my jaw tightly, he turns my head. “Look how violent you are,” he whispers. We’re alarmingly close to the rapidly cooling body of my latest victim, and it weirdly heightens my arousal.

“So fucking dangerous,” he murmurs. Nox grinds his hardness against my clit and I gasp, rolling my hips to draw out the feel of him.

“And strong.” His teeth nip down my neck, sinking in and marking me at the nape. I cry out, back arching, as he notches himself at my aching entrance. He releases my skin, the area tender and throbbing, sending heat shooting through my body.

“And mine,” he breathes, pushing into me slowly.

“Yes, yours,” I verify.

His grip on me turns ruthless as he fucks me in the dirt. Thrusts coming harder and faster, obliterating me the way I crave.

Backing off me, he kneels between my thighs. Grabbing my wrists, he pulls me against him every time he thrusts into me, hitting me deeper than I knew possible. My orgasm builds quickly, peaking, and barrelling into me with a fierceness I’ll yearn for in the future. I split apart at the seams as a pleasure-rich scream rips from my throat.

Nox’s palm clamps down over my mouth, smothering the sound. “As much as I love to hear you scream for me,we don’t need an audience right now,” he croons. I nod, waiting for him to release me. But he doesn’t. I thrash my head back and forth, trying to dislodge his hand but he keeps it sealed tight over my mouth and nose.

Panic starts to take hold as my trauma resurfaces. Memories of Johnson climbing atop me and strangling the air from my chest push to the forefront of my mind. I force my eyes to stay open, watching Lennox’s face contorted in ecstasy pushes away the demons. He chases them away with each slam of his hips into mine, each soft spoken word, and each moment of unwavering compassion and support. Johnson dissipates back to nothing in the depths of my mind, and I surrender myself completely to the only man I need haunting me.

Ghost fucks me with a rabid insatiability, groaning in pleasure as he nears his release. “Fuck, little siren, your fear is squeezing my cock so fucking tight. Do you want to breathe?” I nod, begging him to release me with my eyes. His free hand finds my clit, circling it with his thumb as he sinks his fingers into my cunt alongside his cock.

“Marry me.”

What?My eyes widen as my chest constricts even more.

“Say you’ll marry me, and I’ll let you breathe.”

I nod, a shallow, quick bobbing of my head as tears from oxygen deprivation prick the corners of my eyes. Absolutely I’ll marry him, like I’d ever want another person in this life or another.

He groans, fucking me harder. Pulling his hand away from my lips only to press his own into them. I inhale deep through my nose, rushing to quell the burning in mychest with new oxygen. “Cum for me, wife. One more time. Cum for your husband-to-be and I’ll let you breathe,” Ghost growls, slapping his hand back over my mouth and nose.

I chase that feeling only he can give me, the fear, the safety, the unwavering devotion, and rabid urge to please him. My climax wraps around me tightly, eyes rolling back as my lungs burn and vision blurs. “Oh, that’s my good fucking girl,” he snarls, releasing my mouth to grip my thighs and plow into me like a fucking machine.

My starving lungs heave in precious gulps of oxygen as stars explode in my vision. I can barely control the way my body moves against his, winding my hips so they meet him roughly thrust for thrust. I’m a shuddering, shaking mess, coming down from my own high, while having him rushing to meet his.

Nox slams inside me, cock pulsing, as he finds his release. Suddenly, he pulls out, stroking himself, and painting my pussy with the last bit of his cum.

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