Page 58 of Grave Intentions

I take a steadying breath, my fingers tightening around the knife’s handle. Talon’s chest rises and falls with his rapid breaths, his eyes glittering with anticipation. I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to the spot above his heart.

“Tell me if it hurts too much,” I whisper, my voice laced with concern.

His fingers thread through my hair, holding me in place as he captures my mouth in a searing kiss. “It won’t.” His voice is confident, his lips moving against mine. “Do it, Lena.”

My heart hammers in my chest as I drag the tip of the blade lightly across his skin, watching the first bead of crimson form. Talon inhales sharply at the contact, his eyes flashing with dark pleasure. I bite my lip, steeling myself, then slowly begin to carve.

The knife bites into his flesh, and he arches his back with a sharp hiss. I pause, my body going tense. “Are you okay?”

“Fuck,” he gasps, his eyes squeezed shut as he savors the sensation. “Keep going.”

I swallow and continue, dragging the blade slowly through his skin. Talon lets out a low growl, his hips bucking upwards, seeking friction. I look down, my eyes widening at the sight of his straining erection. A surge of desire courses through me, and I shift my position, straddling his waist.

His eyes fly open, pupils dilated with hunger. “What are you doing?” he rasps.

Instead of answering, I sink down onto him, his length filling me with exquisite slowness. We groan at the intimate connection, our bodies fusing together once more.

“Fuck,” he grunts, his head falling back as he grips my hips.

I begin to move, riding him with slow, torturous strokes as the knife continues its steady journey across his skin. The rhythm of our bodies sets a spellbinding pace. His pain is my pleasure, our breaths mingling in a symphony of panting need.

“Keep going,” he grits out between clenched teeth. “Don’t stop.”

I comply, my body moving with a will of its own. The knife slices through his skin as I rise and fall, my inner muscles clenching around him with each descent. Talon’s fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place as he thrusts upwards to meet my downward motions.

“Faster, baby,” he pants, his eyes locked on mine. “I need it harder.”

I quicken my pace, my breath coming in short gasps as I bounce on his lap. He fills me completely, his length stroking all the right places. My inner walls squeeze around him, desperate to prolong this moment of perfect unity.

“Your pussy was made for my cock,” he grunts, his head thrown back in abandon.

My fingers tighten around the hilt of the knife as I move faster, the blade finishing the first initial. I start on the second with renewed vigor, wanting to brand him as mine. Talon’s teeth grit, his jaw clenching from the pain and pleasure.

“Seeing my initials on you turns me on,” I confess, my eyes never leaving the marks I’m carving. “Knowing you’ll carry my initials forever.”

“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes rolling back in his head. “No going back now, is there?”

“Never,” I breathe, leaning down to nip at his earlobe. “You’re mine forever, Talon. My soulmate in darkness.”

“Yes,” he hisses, his body arching off the bed as he seeks deeper contact. “Do it harder, Lena. I want to feel it.”

My heart soars at his words, and I drag the knife more firmly across his skin, leaving a deep impression of my love. “Are you sure?”

“Fuck, yes. Don’t hold back,” he hisses, eyes burning with raw desire.

I grin, my cheeks flushing with excitement as I add more pressure to my strokes. The knife bites into his flesh, leaving a permanent mark of my initials on his chest. “LG,” I breathe, my voice thick with satisfaction.

“Together in darkness,” he agrees, his eyes burning with feral intensity. “Nothing can break this bond.”

Our gazes lock, our bodies moving in perfect unison as if choreographed. The knife falls from my hand as I move forward and lick the bloody wound. My walls clench around him as my pleasure builds, an exquisite torture that demands release.

“I’m close,” I whisper, my body tightening around him.

“Come for me,” he growls, his voice deep and commanding. “Come on my cock, baby.”

His words send me spiraling over the edge, and my orgasm crashes over me.

Talon growls, his hands digging into my hips as he bucks upwards, burying himself deep within me. His body goes taut, his release pulsing inside me.

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