Page 45 of Grave Possession

“Yes, it’s all I’ve wanted for weeks.” I’m desperate for her touch,her taste.

“Then why didn’t you kiss me?” she whispers, leaning in and hovering her mouth above mine. The sight makes me salivate, her pillowy lips just fucking begging to be pressed against mine.

“I didn’t want to do anything you weren’t ready for.” This is the most I’ve touched her since I got her back, and I’m likely to overdose on the high I’m feeling with her hands on me again.

“You were also in the hospital for two weeks.”

“Yes, that too,” I murmur, lips brushing lightly against hers.

“Do me a favour?”

“Anything,” I whisper, barely holding onto my restraint.

“Don’t treat me like I’m made of glass.”

I’m about to reply, but her tongue darts out, lightly teasing over my lips. I almost collapse from the sensation, all the blood in my body rushing to my dick. Her face flushes as she feels me harden against her centre. A small whimper escapes her, and I’m worried we’re moving too fast after what she’s been through.

As though she’s testing the water before heading into the ocean, she hesitantly moves her body against mine. Slowly awakening that part of herself that’s been dormant since she was taken. It’s captivating to witness such a sight. She’s captivating.Waves of pleasure engulf her as she crashes her mouth into mine, devouring me.Finally.

Her fingers weave through my hair, now much too long by department standards, and grip the strands tight. I’ve been meaning to get a trim, but as she pulls my head back, kissing and biting up the side of my neck as she winds her hips, grinding her cunt on my cock, I know I’d rewrite the fucking manual just to have her control me like this.

Pulling away from the wall, I walk us back to the bedroom.

“Not the bed,” she says against my skin, pulling my shirt collar to the side and kissing across my clavicle.

Pausing in my steps, I remember the mattress in the cellar: dirty, rancid, bloody. Soaking up the fluids emanating from a dead body. Where she slept, cried,screamed. Where I almost lost her.

“Hey,” she yanks my hair, jerking my gaze back to hers. “Stay with me.” I take her in, nothing but lust shining in her whiskey eyes. Desire for me, for our connection. I’ll never not be in awe of her. She’s comforting me as the memories of her hell slam into me. It’s nothing in comparison to what she went through, but having her stolen out from under my nose rocked me to my core. I’m traumatized by this too, just not in the same way as her. She’s the strongest fucking person I know.

My survivor. My warrior. My saviour. My goddess.Mine.

She must have known where my thoughts went because she unwraps her legs from me, dropping back onto her feet. Shit, I ruined this for her. Not him. Me.

“Fuck, Mal. I’m sorry.”

She grabs me by the hand without saying a word, dragging me down the hall and through the entryway. Pain flares in my shoulder but I keep my lips sealed tight.

Pulling me to stand before her, she walks me backward until my legs hit the couch. A predatory smirk pulls at her lips as she waits to see what I’ll do.Fucking nothing, baby. Use me as you wish, I’m not fucking this up again.

She fingers the hem of my black t-shirt as she watches me, gauging my reaction. “Stop teasing me and take it off,” I groan.

Malicious intent mixes with the honey in her gaze as she ignores me. Trailing her fingers around the hem to the back, then slipping her fingers up the back of my shirt. Her tits press into my chest as her torturous feather light touches creep up my spine. She lightly drags her nails back down.

Teasing.

She’s fucking teasing me, taunting me until I snap.

Her touch sneaks under the waistband of my grey sweats, travelling back around my taut body to the front. With her eyes locked on mine, she pushes the pants down my thighs. Rubbing her hot fucking body down the front of mine until my cock pushes up between her breasts.

“Mallory,” I growl. Anticipation and desire threaten to suffocate me as I watch heroh so innocentlyignore my pulsing cock in her face. She gets me to step out of my pants, and tosses them to the side. On her knees before me, she licks her lips as she finally acknowledges the dick throbbing just centimetres from her face. She strokes me over the fabric, gentle, caressing touches that fuel the fire burning me up from the inside. Leaning in, Mal plants a kiss right over my piercing, shooting desire straight to my sack.

“Little siren,” I grind out. A smile curves her lips as she ignores me, flicking her tongue over the head of my shaft and licking at the wet spot created from the precum weeping from my tip. “Stop torturing me.”

“Or what?” she jests, kissing a path down my thigh. Slipping her fingers under the fabric, she pushes it up, grazing her fingers along my erection as she nips and kisses the inside of my thigh. A pathetic whine escapes my lips as her fingers glide over the head of my cock, spreading the slickness around the crown.

I’m burning up from a bit of teasing foreplay from her. Mal acting like a dominant brat is doing something to me, awakening that primal beast beneath my skin. However, I know if she asked, I’d willingly submit to her,crawl across shards of glass for the simple chance to worship her. Raising my right arm, I reach back and pull my shirt off over my head. Her eyes snap to mine. Watching me with rapt attention as she grips my shaft and sinks her teeth into my thigh. “Fucking hell, baby.” My cock pulses in her tight grip as she marks my skin.

Her eyes rove over my body, pausing to linger on my gunshot wound. She’s reliving it, the moment she thought she lost me. I’m about to comfort her, tell her it’s okay, and whisper sweet nothings against her skin until she lets go of the weight of that day. But before I can say a damn word, she rips my underwear down my legs, pushes me back into the couch so I fall into a sitting position, and swallows my cock.

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