Page 43 of Grave Possession (Grave #2)

Chapter Thirty-four

Mallory

“ I ’d sacrifice myself over and over…”

Nox’s words ring in my ears as I take in his almost naked body. The tattoos that wrap up his arms and down his ribs, the hard packed muscle of his stomach, his mountainous form towering over me…the still healing gunshot wound.

He’s safe and he’s mine, so devoted to me that he’d have killed himself if I died. It’s morbidly romantic, and exactly what I needed to hear in that moment. The knowledge makes me so fucking wet.

I’m not exactly pleased my incessant teasing hasn’t brought out his ravenous side, but I’m trying to push away the confidence-shaking voices his actions have ringing in my head. It’s because you’re dirty, used, broken. Disgusting. Murderer.

No, he loves me. He’s restraining himself so he doesn’t rush me.

He’s letting me lead, fighting against himself to give me the power to decide what happens, and how far we go.

However, his control is slipping. Nox’s body is coiled so tight, I see the flexing of every delicious muscle.

Only a bit more provoking and he’ll let go.

I swiftly remove his boxers, and push him back onto the couch. Falling down into the cushions, shock and desire spark in his eyes. Oh, you like that? Being pushed around and bending to my will?

Crawling between his legs, I get up on my knees and wrap my lips around his length.

I take him to the back of my throat, holding him there until tears spring to my eyes.

Forcing away the bad memories, I breathe in his distinct scent.

It calms me, reminding me that I’m here with him as my eyes fall shut and I suck him to the point of near-release.

His body flexes as he gently thrusts in time with the bobbing of my head.

Come on, Lennox. Pull my hair, fuck my face, throw me around, something . Lose control.

Popping off his cock, I take him in. He’s glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, bloody crescent marks in his thighs from digging his fingers in to stop himself from touching me, grabbing me, being rough with me.

“Torturess,” he breathes, chest rising and falling because of the effect I have on him.

“Do you not like it?” I ask innocently.

Standing, I slip my hands up under my thigh-length t-shirt, sliding my pyjama pants down my legs. He won’t know I’m bare underneath until I start the torture cycle all over again. Smothering the smirk pulling at my mouth, I climb over him and straddle his lap.

Nox cups the back of my neck, pulling me to him.

“I love it,” he whispers, pushing his lips to meet mine.

Chills tingle through my body as his hands explore my skin.

His tongue tangles with mine and I catch it gently, lightly sucking on it.

His groan of pleasure ripples through me, settling as a thumping need in my clit.

I lower my body to his lap, sliding my naked, slick pussy along his length.

A strangled moan echoes against my nape as he trails feather-light kisses and bites down my neck.

Gripping my hips, he moves his cock back and forth through my wetness until I’m panting right along with him, so close to tipping over that edge only he can push me off of.

“Take off your shirt,” he breathes. “I want to see you take me.” Desire and panic war within me.

He hasn’t seen my body at all since I’ve been back.

I’ve purposely been hiding it from him until the bruises and lacerations healed.

Some are taking longer than others due to being deficient in almost all essential nutrients.

One thing I’m definitely not going to be able to hide from him is the angry pink scar on my shoulder from being stabbed, then having the wound finger-fucked repeatedly.

Thankfully, the infection is gone. The injury needed to be reopened and cleaned properly, removing the necrotic tissue festering bacteria before stitching it up.

Just rip the bandaid off, everything will be fine.

Sensing my apprehension, he says, “You don’t have to, it’s okay.”

“Stop doing that,” I say with a little more bite than intended.

“What? Making sure you’re okay and comfortable?”

“Yes!” I rip off my shirt, and chuck it to hang over the arm of the couch.

My skin heats as I expose myself completely.

“I want you, Ghost. I want your touch to erase every memory I have of his hands on me. I want you so completely ravenous that it consumes me. So I can’t think of anything else.

I need you to fill up every sense I have and push out all the bad shit.

” His eyes never leave mine as I explain my outburst. “I don’t want to be treated like a broken toy that needs to sit on a shelf for fear of being destroyed. He didn’t break me, Lennox.”

“You’ve just been through so much,” he says, diverting his line of sight to my body.

His breath catches when he takes in the light discolourations smattered like patchwork all over my skin.

I let him look, he needs to absorb it then move past it.

Fingers grazing over my flesh, he scans the damage.

I see the moment his radar catches my shoulder.

I gulp, waiting for it to ruin the moment, anticipating the second his erection will deflate beneath me. Instead, it throbs.

What are you thinking of, Nox? “Such a lethal little siren,” he whispers, more to himself than to me.

His eyes darken, a thirst for blood sparking within them, as he relives a memory inside his mind.

Winding my hips, I slide against his cock, breaching him at my entrance.

His eyes focus back to reality, snapping from my scar to my face.

“Now’s not the time, Mallory,” he says sternly.

Resisting the urge to snicker at how serious he’s trying to be, I sink down on his thick length, taking him inside me at a tantalizingly slow pace, effectively halting his train of thought.

“This conversation isn’t over,” he grinds out, trying to keep a clear head as I swirl my hips, moving up and down on his cock.

Eyes falling shut and head resting back against the couch, he revels in the feel of me as I ride him.

Watching the pleasure threaten to drown him has my confidence surging.

I place my hands on his shoulders, and his eyes find mine again.

Picking up my pace, electricity shoots through my system as I feel every inch of him stuff me to the point of breaking.

His hot mouth finds my nipple, circling the peak with his tongue and then biting down as his other hand cups my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple between his fingers.

“Fuck, Nox.” My voice is almost a sob as I slam down on his cock, detonating without a moment’s notice. Screaming through my release, I tense in his hold. Nox doesn’t miss a beat, grabbing my hips and fucking me through it ruthlessly from below.

The aftershocks start to recede and I look up at him. Darkness shadows his face as he moves slowly beneath me, renewing the hot ache where we’re joined. I smile up at him, I can’t help it. I feel fantastic for the first time in so long, floating on this oxytocin and dopamine-fuelled cloud.

“You good?” he asks.

“So good,” I reply.

“Promise?”

“Yes… Why?”

“You know I love you, right?” Dread twists in my stomach. Where is he going with this? I nod. “Words, little siren.”

“Yes, I know you love me.”

“Good, remember that.”

“W-What? Why?” His hands skate up my ribs, noting every healing bruise and avoiding them. Rounding over my shoulders, he pulls me closer to him, placing a gentle kiss on my scar. His warm tattooed hands slide down my spine, then over and under my ass .

“Because I’m about to fuck you like I hate you,” he whispers in my ear.

Without warning, he stands. Picking me up, and tossing me across the small distance to the large ottoman in the middle of the room. I fly through the air with a laughing squeal, landing with a small bounce on the cushion.

Then he’s on me, over me, inside me. Kissing me, fucking me, stealing my breath. The ottoman scrapes across the floor with the force of his thrusts, the echo of slapping skin reverberating around the room and mixing with the torrent of sounds pouring from my lips.

He raises himself up, kneeling between my spread thighs, watching his cock disappear inside of me.

“Fuck, you take me so well, little siren,” he groans, gravelly and lust-soaked.

His fingers curl around my ankles, pulling my legs further apart.

Mischief flickers in his emerald eyes as he moves, lifting his right leg over mine and trapping my thigh between his legs underneath him.

He pushes my other ankle up towards my head, and devours the sight of me splayed open to the breaking point just for him.

Then, he slams into me, ripping a scream from my throat. “That’s right, baby. All your screams belong to me, you fucking belong to me.”

“Ghost, shit! You’re going to split me apart,” I whine. His thrusts are ruthless as his hips crash into me, over and over.

“Damn right I am, Mallory. Come on, shatter for me.” He slaps my clit three times in quick succession, and I fucking explode around his cock. Blown apart at the seams from how he fucks me into oblivion .

“Again,” he growls.

“What?” I pant, still shaking as my orgasm rips through me.

“Again.” His voice is deep, near demonic, as darkness wraps around his very being.

Fuck me like you hate me, indeed. I’ll feel this night forever.

“I can’t! I can’t!” I sob.

“Isn’t this what you asked for?” he snaps, pressing so far inside me my eyes cross.

Nox pumps his hips, cock rubbing against my g-spot, and brain melting pleasure ensnares me.

“For me to fill you up? Get you so lost in the pleasure I bring you that I smother out everything else?” He pulls out to the tip then pushes back in, ever so slowly.

“Replace every hateful touch with a passionate one?” His left hand holds my ankle to his shoulder as his right hand lands another slap to my pussy.

I clench around him, and he fucking moans because of me.

The sound has butterflies causing a ruckus in my cunt as his fingers start to strum my clit.

“Caress every inch of your beautiful body so not a shred of it remembers anything but me?” Slow and hard he plows into me, chasing away all my demons.

If it only lasts for this moment, I’ll take it.

Inflict whatever you want on me, just don’t stop making me feel this way.

“Yes.” Thrust. “Yes.” Thrust. “Yes.” Thrust. “Fuck!” I cry.

Stopping their toying with my clit, his fingers sink inside my pussy, pushing in when his cock pulls out. They move in opposite directions and the sensation has me pleading for more. “Want me to dig myself so deep inside you that we threaten to become one?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Ghost, yes, please.” I beg .

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll fill you up so good, you’ll have me seeping out of every hole.

” His hand releases my ankle, wrapping around my thigh to rub my sweet spot.

“All you’ll think of is me. All you’ll remember is me.

And all you’ll feel is me. My touch. My tongue.

My cock. And my absolute adoration for you. ”

How he can keep up this tornado of mixed rhythms is beyond me, but I’m not complaining as he balances me on the precipice of another orgasm.

“Cum for me,” I pant, locking eyes with him.

“You first,” he grinds out, barely holding back his own release. I shake my head ‘No’.

Sliding his fingers out of my pussy, he grabs my ankle, pulling it to his right and rolling me over.

He pushes my knee up, giving him more room to move and drive himself inside of me.

His left hand weaves into my hair, pulling me up and arching my back.

He uses the leverage of our bodies to force me back on his cock while he fucks me from behind.

His free hand sneaks underneath my body to slap my clit in time with the snapping of his hips, and I can’t hold back any longer.

Ghost tears another orgasm from me. Stars explode in my vision as I scream and writhe beneath him, cumming harder than I ever have before.

He follows me off the cliff, bracing his body over mine, and holding me tight against him as his cock releases inside of me.

Nox embraces me, my back to his chest, as he nuzzles into my neck and breathes me in.

“Stop smelling me, weirdo,” I joke.

He rolls his hips and his cock moves inside me, causing a catch in my breath as pleasure comes racing back, bringing with it a twinge of pain.

“Never,” he replies, burying his nose in my hair and sniffing me like a dog who knows you’re hiding a treat in your pocket.

I laugh, a true and meaningful one. It’s light and happy, not at all forced or fake.

It stops him immediately. “Make that sound again,” he rasps.