Page 46 of Grave Possession

Chapter Thirty-four

Mallory

“I’d sacrifice myself over and over…”

Nox’s words ring in my ears as I take in his almost naked body. The tattoos that wrap up his arms and down his ribs, the hard packed muscle of his stomach, his mountainous form towering over me…the still healing gunshot wound.

He’s safe and he’s mine, so devoted to me that he’d have killed himself if I died. It’s morbidly romantic, and exactly what I needed to hear in that moment. The knowledge makes me so fucking wet.

I’m not exactly pleased my incessant teasing hasn’t brought out his ravenous side, but I’m trying to push away the confidence-shaking voices his actions have ringing in my head.It’s because you’re dirty, used, broken. Disgusting. Murderer.

No, he loves me. He’s restraining himself so he doesn’t rush me. He’s letting me lead, fighting against himself to give me the power to decide what happens, and how far we go. However, his controlis slipping. Nox’s body is coiled so tight, I see the flexing of every delicious muscle. Only a bit more provoking and he’ll let go.

I swiftly remove his boxers, and push him back onto the couch. Falling down into the cushions, shock and desire spark in his eyes.Oh, you like that? Being pushed around and bending to my will?

Crawling between his legs, I get up on my knees and wrap my lips around his length. I take him to the back of my throat, holding him there until tears spring to my eyes. Forcing away the bad memories, I breathe in his distinct scent. It calms me, reminding me that I’m here with him as my eyes fall shut and I suck him to the point of near-release. His body flexes as he gently thrusts in time with the bobbing of my head. Come on, Lennox. Pull my hair, fuck my face, throw me around,something. Lose control.

Popping off his cock, I take him in. He’s glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, bloody crescent marks in his thighs from digging his fingers in to stop himself from touching me,grabbing me, being rough with me.

“Torturess,” he breathes, chest rising and falling because of the effect I have on him.

“Do you not like it?” I ask innocently.

Standing, I slip my hands up under my thigh-length t-shirt, sliding my pyjama pants down my legs. He won’t know I’m bare underneath until I start the torture cycle all over again. Smothering the smirk pulling at my mouth, I climb over him and straddle his lap.

Nox cups the back of my neck, pulling me to him. “I love it,” he whispers, pushing his lips to meet mine. Chills tingle through my body as his hands explore my skin. His tongue tangles with mine and I catch it gently, lightlysucking on it. His groan of pleasure ripples through me, settling as a thumping need in my clit. I lower my body to his lap, sliding my naked, slick pussy along his length. A strangled moan echoes against my nape as he trails feather-light kisses and bites down my neck.

Gripping my hips, he moves his cock back and forth through my wetness until I’m panting right along with him, so close to tipping over that edge only he can push me off of.

“Take off your shirt,” he breathes. “I want to see you take me.” Desire and panic war within me. He hasn’t seen my body at all since I’ve been back. I’ve purposely been hiding it from him until the bruises and lacerations healed. Some are taking longer than others due to being deficient in almost all essential nutrients. One thing I’m definitely not going to be able to hide from him is the angry pink scar on my shoulder from being stabbed, then having the wound finger-fucked repeatedly. Thankfully, the infection is gone. The injury needed to be reopened and cleaned properly, removing the necrotic tissue festering bacteria before stitching it up.

Just rip the bandaid off, everything will be fine.

Sensing my apprehension, he says, “You don’t have to, it’s okay.”

“Stop doing that,” I say with a little more bite than intended.

“What? Making sure you’re okay and comfortable?”

“Yes!” I rip off my shirt, and chuck it to hang over the arm of the couch. My skin heats as I expose myself completely. “I want you, Ghost. I want your touch to erase every memory I have of his hands on me. I wantyou so completely ravenous that it consumes me. So I can’t think of anything else. I need you to fill up every sense I have and push out all the bad shit.” His eyes never leave mine as I explain my outburst. “I don’t want to be treated like a broken toy that needs to sit on a shelf for fear of being destroyed. He didn’t break me, Lennox.”

“You’ve just been through so much,” he says, diverting his line of sight to my body. His breath catches when he takes in the light discolourations smattered like patchwork all over my skin. I let him look, he needs to absorb it then move past it. Fingers grazing over my flesh, he scans the damage. I see the moment his radar catches my shoulder. I gulp, waiting for it to ruin the moment, anticipating the second his erection will deflate beneath me. Instead, it throbs.

What are you thinking of, Nox?“Such a lethal little siren,” he whispers, more to himself than to me. His eyes darken, a thirst for blood sparking within them, as he relives a memory inside his mind. Winding my hips, I slide against his cock, breaching him at my entrance. His eyes focus back to reality, snapping from my scar to my face. “Now’s not the time, Mallory,” he says sternly. Resisting the urge to snicker at how serious he’s trying to be, I sink down on his thick length, taking him inside me at a tantalizingly slow pace, effectively halting his train of thought. “This conversation isn’t over,” he grinds out, trying to keep a clear head as I swirl my hips, moving up and down on his cock. Eyes falling shut and head resting back against the couch, he revels in the feel of me as I ride him. Watching the pleasure threaten to drown him has my confidence surging. I place my hands on his shoulders, and his eyesfind mine again. Picking up my pace, electricity shoots through my system as I feel every inch of him stuff me to the point of breaking. His hot mouth finds my nipple, circling the peak with his tongue and then biting down as his other hand cups my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple between his fingers.

“Fuck, Nox.” My voice is almost a sob as I slam down on his cock, detonating without a moment’s notice. Screaming through my release, I tense in his hold. Nox doesn’t miss a beat, grabbing my hips and fucking me through it ruthlessly from below.

The aftershocks start to recede and I look up at him. Darkness shadows his face as he moves slowly beneath me, renewing the hot ache where we’re joined. I smile up at him, I can’t help it. I feel fantastic for the first time in so long, floating on this oxytocin and dopamine-fuelled cloud.

“You good?” he asks.

“So good,” I reply.

“Promise?”

“Yes… Why?”

“You know I love you, right?” Dread twists in my stomach. Where is he going with this? I nod. “Words, little siren.”

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