Page 68 of Grave Intentions

"Talon," she breathes.

The sound of my name on her lips sends a primal rush through my veins. I trace the length of her body with my hands. My lips move from the back of her neck to her spine while my hands explore lower. Her breath hitches as I slip my fingers into the waistband of her pants. With deliberate slowness, I tease her, sliding her pants over her hips, baring her to my gaze inch by inch.

"Please," she whispers, her back arching.

I give in to her soft plea, sliding her pants down her legs and off. My fingers trace the curve of her ass, my fingers brushing over the carving of my initials down to the soft skin of her inner thighs, making her shiver. She's vulnerable, exposed, and mine.

Her submission fuels my lust, and I feel the primal need to claim her, to brand her as mine in the most elemental way. I want to thrust into her, marking her body with mine. But first, I want to savor her.

I kneel beside her bound form, trailing kisses along her spine as my hands continue their exploration. She squirms beneath my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her responsiveness only fuels my hunger.

My fingers dip lower, finding the wet heat between her thighs. She's ready for me, dripping with desire. I brush my thumb over her swollen center, making her body tremble. Her hips push back, seeking more.

"You like that, baby?" I murmur, my lips moving against her shoulder. "You like it when I touch you here?"

"Yes," she pants. "Talon, please."

My cock throbs with need as I position myself behind her. Her bound arms excite me, knowing she's completely at my mercy. I hold my length in my hand, rubbing the tip against herslick entrance. Our eyes lock over her shoulder, and with one smooth, powerful thrust, I fill her. Her cry of pleasure is music to my ears. Then, with a slow rhythm, I move.

I bury myself deep within her, my hips slamming against her ass. Her entire body shifts forward with each thrust. Her moans fill the room, urging me on.

"That's it, take it all," I grit out. "Your cunt is so fucking tight around my cock."

My hands grip her hips as I piston into her. Her body is a vessel for my pleasure, and I use it shamelessly. With each thrust, I claim her a little more, branding her as mine.

"You're mine, Lena," I growl. "My little tied-up fuck toy."

Her breathless cries fill the room as I plunder her body. I feel her walls tighten around me, her pleasure building. I want to draw this out, take her to the edge and back again. I slow my rhythm, drawing her pleasure out in an attempt to tease and torture her.

"T-Talon," she stammers. "Please, I'm so close."

"Not yet," I whisper, my lips brushing her ear. "I'm not ready for you to milk me yet."

With renewed fervor, I drive into her, my hips a blur. Her cries fill the room, a symphony of pleasure and need. I feel her body tighten like a coiled spring, ready to snap.

"Come for me, Lena," I demand. "Let me feel it."

Her body convulses around me, her climax tearing through her. She cries out, her voice echoing off the walls. I continue to thrust, riding out her waves of pleasure. My release coils within me, held in check by sheer force of will.

With a final, powerful thrust, I spill myself into her, filling her with my seed. My vision blurs as I bury my face in the curve of her neck, panting.

"That's it, baby," I whisper, my lips brushing her skin. "Take every goddamn drop of my cum in that perfect pussy."

I let my spent body collapse onto hers, still joined as one. Our hearts pound in unison, the rhythm of our love song. In this moment, we are one—completely, perfectly united.

"Talon," she says, her voice trembling. "Untie me, please."

I hold her tightly, slowly pulling out of her body. The threads of our connection feel unbreakable as she turns her head and captures my gaze over her shoulder, her brown eyes shimmering with emotion. This is what I've craved—total devotion. I carefully untie the scarf, freeing her wrists. She shifts onto her knees before me and winds her arms around my neck, tangling her fingers in my hair.

I pull Lena closer, breathing in her scent as she nestles against my chest. Her fingers trace patterns on my skin, sending shivers through my body. The moonlight filtering through the window casts a silvery glow across her face, highlighting the curve of her cheek.

"I've loved you since that first day at the Wilsons," I whisper, running my fingers through her dark waves. "Even when I tried to push you away, you were already under my skin."

Lena lifts her head, her hazel eyes meeting mine. "I think I fell for you when you took that beating for me. No one had ever protected me like that before."

My arms tighten around her. "I'll always protect you, Lena. You're my reason for breathing, my purpose."

"Promise you'll never leave again?" Her voice carries a hint of vulnerability that makes my heart clench.

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