Page 75 of Grave Intentions

"Stop," she breathes, but it lacks conviction. "Get off me. Please, I?—"

I grip her thighs, spread her open, and growl at the sight of her soaked panties. "Such a liar, baby. Your body betrays you."

"No." Her chest heaves as I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties. "Please, I don't want this."

I tear her panties away, baring her to me. She tries to cover herself, but I grab her wrists, holding them above her head. "So fucking wet for me. And now you're mine." I grind my hardness into her core, reveling in her gasp. "Tell me how much you want it."

She bucks against me, seeking friction, and I smile behind the mask. "Don't," she whimpers. "But don't—ah!"

With one hand, I grasp my length, rubbing the tip through her slick folds, coating myself in her arousal. "I'll give it to you, baby. Exactly how you want it."

She nods frantically, her eyes dark with need. "No, please. Stop, don't?—"

I thrust into her, claiming her with a brutal stroke. She cries out, her back arching, her inner walls pulsating around me. I freeze, feeling her hot, tight pussy quiver around me. I trail my fingertips down her side, sliding them beneath her, cupping her soft ass. She bucks against me, meeting my hips, and I withdraw before snapping my hips forward, claiming her again.

She pants, her hair wild around her, her body sheathed in a thin layer of sweat. "No more," she begs, even as her hips circle, seeking more friction. "Get off me. Please, stop."

My lips twist in a dark smile, and I reach down, slipping my fingers between us, teasing her clit. "You want me to stop, baby? Like this?" I stroke her in time with my thrusts, feeling her inner walls clench around me. "Or this?" I brush her nipples with my thumb, flicking them and rolling them between my fingers.

She whimpers, arching off the bed, her hips stuttering against mine. "Please," she keens, her body tightening around me. "Please, Talon, I'm?—"

I withdraw, pulling almost all the way out, and then snap my hips forward, filling her completely. Her inner walls clenchconvulsively, milking my length, and I groan, my control shattering. I thrust into her, my hips a blur, seeking my own release. Her keening cries fill the room, her body bowing, her head thrashing as she breaks apart around me. I feel her inner walls spasming, rippling around me, and it's enough to push me over the edge.

With a low growl, I spill myself into her, marking her completely mine.

I watch her, basking in the afterglow of our intense fucking. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her skin gleams with a sheen of sweat, and her eyes shine with a mixture of satisfaction and wonder.

"That," she says softly, her voice full of awe, "was the best orgasm I've ever had."

My eyes narrow at her words. With a gentle movement, I wrap my hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to assert my dominance. "That's what you wanted, wasn't it? To be taken. To be raped." I tighten my grip, savoring the feeling of her delicate throat beneath my hand. "You're a naughty girl, Lena."

She swallows, her eyes flicking to my hand before meeting my gaze. "Did it make you hard?"

I chuckle darkly, my thumb stroking her pulse. "Harder than I've ever been. Couldn't think of anything but taking you, claiming you as my own." My thumb brushes over her rapidly beating pulse. "I couldn't stop myself."

Lena bites her lip, her eyes sparkling with unspoken desire. "I liked it," she admits softly.

Hearing those words sets something off within me. With a low growl, I rip my mask off and crush my mouth to hers, tasting her thoroughly, marking her as mine. Her lips are soft and pliant beneath mine, and she melts into me, her arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer. Our tongues dance, passionately entwined, each tasting the other, clinging and claiming.

When we finally part, breathless, she rests her forehead against mine, her eyes searching mine. "You're dangerous," she whispers.

I smirk. "But you like that."

She nods slowly. "I like it a lot."

I release her throat, trailing my fingertips down her neck, enjoying the little shivers I elicit. "Do you want me to tie you up next time? Restrain you so you're completely at my mercy?"

Lena's breath catches, and she bites her lip. "Yes," she breathes, her eyes dark with anticipation. "I want you to do whatever you want with me."

Hearing those words sends a shot of desire straight to my groin. "You're mine, Lena. Always remember that." I brush her hair back from her face, my thumb tracing her jawline. "And I'm yours."

She leans into my touch, her eyes softening. "Yours," she echoes.

Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her close, and she settles into my embrace, resting her head on my chest. We stay like that for a while, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment, the sound of our heartbeats slowly returning to normal.

I kiss the top of her head, breathing in her sweet scent. "I love you, Lena."

"I love you too, Talon," she murmurs, her voice warm and content. "I love you so much."

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