Page 49 of Grave Intentions

Lena’s breath catches, her body tensing around me. Her eyes flutter open, unfocused at first, but then?—

She sees me. Her eyes widen, pupils dilated with desire and confusion. “Talon?”

My name on her lips drives me crazy. “Fuck, Lena,” I grit out.

Her eyes lock onto mine, the realization sparking something dangerous in their hazel depths. Her slender body arches beneath me, the muscles in her thighs tensing as she takes me in deeper.

“Talon?” she breathes again, her voice a mix of shock and desire.

I can’t stop. My princess’s body feels too good around mine, and I’m gripped by an urgent need to claim every inch of her. “Yeah, baby. It’s me.”

Lena’s hands reach up, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Oh God,” she moans, her hips moving against mine in a sensual rhythm. “It’s really you. Talon.”

When she utters my name again, it sends a spark of arousal straight to my cock. I thrust harder, my breath laboring. “You have no idea how much I’ve fucking missed you, Lena.”

She arches her back, offering herself to me as my hands glide down her body. Her skin is hot to the touch, her nipples tightening beneath my palms.

I squeeze her breasts and lean down, biting gently at her neck as I thrust into her again and again. “It’s been so hard, watching you, wanting you. Did you fucking miss this?” I growl against her skin, my teeth grazing her neck.

Lena gasps, her back arching as my fingers tighten on her hips. “Yes,” she whispers, the word a barely audible admission. “I did. Oh, God, Talon.”

Hearing that confession sends a spike of possessive satisfaction through me. I pull out of her slowly, the slick sound fueling my desire.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I command, voice hoarse with need.

Lena obeys, positioning herself on the bed, her perfect ass raised in invitation. Her skin is flushed, a sweet bite mark darkening on her shoulder.

Mine.

I want to take my time and savor every moment, but the desperate need to claim her overrides all else. Gripping my cock, I rub the tip up and down her slit, spreading her arousal.

Lena moans, her head hanging down as she braces herself on her forearms. “Talon, please.”

I don’t keep her waiting. With a fierce thrust, I drive into her, claiming what’s mine. Her tightness envelops me, and I groan at the sensation.

“Fuck, Lena,” I grit out, beginning to move. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Lena cries out, her fingers digging into the bedsheets. “Harder, Talon. I need more.”

Hearing that desperate plea, I lose all restraint. Grabbing her hips, I slam into her with force, my cock driving deep.

“Again,” she pants, her body rocking back to meet my thrusts. “Harder, Talon. Fuck me harder.”

Her words spur me on, and I deliver what she craves. My hands dig into her soft flesh, holding her in place as I pound into her relentlessly. The bed creaks with the force of our passion.

“That’s it, baby,” I grunt. “Take it all. Only me inside you now, Lena.”

Lena’s breath comes in sharp gasps, her back arching as pleasure overtakes her. “Yes, Talon. Only you. Oh, God...”

Her pussy clamps down on my cock, and I know she’s close. I reach between us, my fingers finding her swollen clit. “Come for me, Lena. Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”

My words push her over the edge, and she cries out, her body convulsing around me. I keep thrusting through her orgasm, prolonging her pleasure.

Lena’s cries fill the room, her nails digging into the sheets as her body milks my cock. Her juices flow, coating my thighs as I continue to move inside her.

“Milk my cock. Make me come inside you,” I encourage.

Her body tightens again, a second orgasm rippling through her. “Talon!” she cries, her voice full of wonder and pleasure. “I’m coming again.”

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