Page 64 of Grave Intentions

“More,” she urges, pushing back against me.

I oblige, pulling out slowly and then thrusting back into her. This time, I go deeper, claiming her fully. She lets out a sharp gasp, and I stop, concerned I might have hurt her. “You okay?”

“Don’t stop,” she pants. “It’s just—intense.”

Smiling, I begin to move, my hips finding a steady rhythm. I go slow at first, but the urgency builds, and soon, I’m thrusting harder, deeper. The night air is filled with the sounds of ourpassion—the slick sound of flesh sliding together, our heavy breathing, and Lena’s soft whimpers.

I lean over her, my chest pressing against her back as I reach around to caress her breasts. She arches into my touch, her body responding to mine.

I love how her body yields to mine, accepting me in ways she never has before. Her sweet cries fill the air as I thrust into her with abandon. Our bodies move as one, a savage symphony of need and desire. The ground beneath her knees is unforgiving, but she doesn’t seem to notice, caught up in the moment’s intensity.

“You like that, don’t you?” I growl in her ear. “You like being taken like this over their fucking corpses.”

“Yes,” she pants. “Harder, Talon. Claim me.”

I grip her hips tighter, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I thrust deeper. “You’re mine, Lena. Never forget that. Mine to take, to protect, to keep safe.”

She moans, her head hanging low as her hair falls forward. “Yours,” she agrees. “Only yours.”

Hearing those words sends a rush of possessiveness through me, and I pound into her with increased fervor. Our flesh slaps against each other, the force of my thrusts causing the sensual curves of her flesh to jiggle with each impact. I want to mark her, brand her as irrevocably mine, so no one else can ever claim her again.

“You’re such a bad, bad girl,” I groan, my breathing becoming labored as the pleasure builds.

“It’s all for you,” she whispers, her voice hoarse. “Always for you, Talon.”

I grab her hips roughly, pulling her back onto me as I drive forward with renewed force. Lena lets out a hiss of pleasure, and I know I’ve found that sweet spot inside her ass. I focus my thrusts there, wanting to give her as much pleasure as she givesme. Our grunts and moans fill the air, mingling with the earthy scent of dirt and the heady fragrance of our desire.

The night breeze caresses our heated skin, but it does nothing to cool the fire burning between us. Lena’s body is smooth and pale, her back glistening in the moonlight. I lean over her again, my mouth close to her ear. “You’re making me forget everything, Lena,” I murmur. “All the pain, all the darkness—it fades when I’m inside you.”

“Then stay,” she begs. “Stay with me forever.”

“Forever,” I promise, my voice thick with emotion. My finger finds her clit as I hover over her, flicking and rubbing. “You and me, Lena. Against the world.”

Our passion builds to a crescendo, the pleasure becoming all-consuming. I feel her ass tighten around me, her cries becoming more desperate. I know she’s close, and the knowledge sends me hurtling over the edge.

“Come for me,” I demand, reaching around to pinch her swollen clit. “Come with my cock deep in that tight little ass.”

She obliges, her body shaking as her ass swallows me whole. I thrust a few more times, riding out her orgasm before I let myself find release. I bury myself inside her, my hands gripping her hips as I fill her with my essence. I groan, my eyes squeezed shut as I savor the feel of her. “Lena,” I breathe, my voice hoarse.

She collapses forward, and I gently ease out of her. I pull her against me, and she turns in my arms, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “That was...” She trails off, unable to find the words.

“Perfect,” I finish for her, brushing her hair back from her face. “You were perfect.”

I help Lena stand on shaky legs, retrieving her discarded panties from beside the grave. With gentle care, I slide them back up her thighs. Her skin feels cold in the night air, so I shrugoff my leather jacket and wrap it around her shoulders. The jacket engulfs her small frame, and she burrows into its warmth.

I zip up my jeans and adjust my clothes. “Let’s go home,” I say softly, pulling her close. She nods against my chest, and I can feel the tension leaving her body.

We walk away from the graves together, our footsteps crunching on the frost-covered grass. The weight of our past is lying buried beneath the earth behind us. Mr. Wilson and David can never hurt her again. Their control over our lives is finished.

Lena’s hand finds mine in the darkness, our fingers intertwining. Each step takes us further from the shadows of our past and closer to our future together. The crisp night air feels cleansing, washing away the last remnants of fear and pain that have haunted us for so long.

The moonlight guides our path through the cemetery, casting long shadows between the headstones. But these shadows hold no power over us anymore. We are free.

40

LENA

My cell phone’s ringtone jolts me awake. My stomach dips when I see Mrs. Wilson’s name on the screen. Taking a deep breath, I answer.

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