Page 53 of Grave Intentions

She shudders, fingers clutching my shirt. “You’re insane,” she says again, but there’s less conviction now, her voice breathy with need.

“Maybe.” I slide my hand under her dress. “But you’re just like me. Two broken pieces that fit perfectly together.”

It’s time for her to accept what she is—what we are—and embrace the darkness that’s been there all along. I need to mark her with my initials so everyone knows she belongs to me.

“Take off your dress.” My voice is a command, brooking no refusal.

She looks at me, eyes flicking to the knife in my hand, and obeys. Slowly, teasingly, she peels the fabric away, revealing her body to the night. The moonlight makes her skin glow silver, accentuating her curves.

“On all fours.” I gesture to the ground above David’s grave. “Over his dead body.”

Lena bites her lip, a mix of apprehension and desire flitting across her face. But she complies, getting down on all fours, ass raised invitingly.

The knife glints in the moonlight. As I step closer, she tenses, anticipation and fear dancing in her eyes. “Trust me,” I whisper, carding my fingers through her hair.

My free hand slides over her ass, caressing the soft skin. Then, with the tip of the blade, I begin to carve. Slowly, meticulously, I etch my initials into her flesh — TV, for Talon Voss.

She gasps as the blade bites but doesn’t pull away. Instead, her body relaxes into the touch, accepting the pain. I carve deeper, ensuring the mark will scar, wanting everyone to know she’s forever mine.

“Do you see how good it feels to let the darkness out?” I murmur, trailing kisses along her spine.

“Yes.” Her voice is hoarse with desire.

“Tell me how much you’ve been craving this?”

“So much,” she breathes. “More, please.”

“Your wish is my command, precious girl.” I set the knife aside, positioning myself behind her.

With a sharp thrust, I enter her, claiming her body as my own. Lena moans, her head falling forward as she pushes back against me. “Fuck, yes,” she breathes. “Harder, Talon.”

I grasp her hips and thrust again, deeper this time, relishing the feel of her tight heat around me. “You like it rough, don’t you, princess?”

“Yes,” she pants. “Always knew I was a little fucked up.”

“Not fucked up, beautiful.” I nibble her shoulder, then bite down gently.

“You wish I hadn’t killed him.” I grip Lena’s hips, pulling her back to meet my thrusts. “Don’t you, baby? You wanted to watch him suffer while we fucked.”

“No.” Her breath comes in short gasps as I pound into her. “I—I mean, yes. Fuck, Talon.”

I lean down over her back, my mouth close to her ear. “Admit it. You wanted to ride me while he watched, helpless to do anything. To see the fear in his eyes as I made you scream.”

“Yes,” she moans, her body moving in rhythmic circles against mine. “God, yes.”

Pulling out, I grab her and push her against a headstone beside us. “I knew you were a freak like me,” I growl, plunging back inside her. “I should’ve let him live long enough to see it.”

Lena’s head falls back against the stone. Her eyes are closed, lips parted as she pants my name.

“You wanted to watch him bleed while I made you come, didn’t you?” I grip her throat, squeezing lightly, as I slam into her.

Her nails dig into my arms. “God, Talon, please. Harder.”

I groan, the pleasure curling through my body. This is what I’ve fantasized about for years. Her begging for it. Me, giving it to her.

“You want me to mark you?” I bite her ear, sucking gently. “Make it so everyone knows you’re mine?”

“Yes.” Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. “Please, mark me. Everywhere.”

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