Page 88 of Grave Possession (Grave #2)

I move to stand, but her grip on my hair tightens.

Just like I want.

Holding tight to her thighs, I lift her off the couch.

“Holy shit, Nox. What the fuck are you doing?”

Mallory clings to me as I lean over her, dangling her above the sofa. My cock slides through her wet, warm slit, pulling a deep, lust-soaked moan from her pillowy lips. I draw back through her folds, stopping when her warmth embraces the tip of my cock.

My phone starts ringing again, but I ignore it.

Ruthlessly, I slam inside, her scream echoing through the house, and drowning out the music. Her fingers release my hair, slipping down to my shoulders, and holding tight as I grip her ass, moving her violently on my length.

Her body moves with mine, rocking her hips in time with my thrusts so I can hit her harder, fuck her deeper.

“Don’t you fucking cum yet,” I grind out .

“I- I don’t think I can stop. You feel so fucking good.”

“Wait for me, Mallory. Don’t make me punish you.”

“I’m sorry,” she cries. “I’m so close.” She needs something else to focus on. Looking to the couch behind her, a sick little idea unfurls within me.

Banding one arm around her back, I push on her sternum.

“Nox? Stop. Stop! I’m going to fall!” Her pussy clamps down around my cock as her legs tighten around me.

I push harder. Her nails sinking into my skin, drawing blood.

“Don’t you trust me, baby?” I taunt. With one final shove, her nails rip free of my skin, and she falls back over my arm.

Her arms flail, finding purchase against the cushions.

She braces herself, supporting her body with her arms stretched back over her head.

Mallory’s back arches, and I grip her hips, thrusting harder into her.

Her moans turn to screams, the sound dragging me kicking and screaming to the edge of euphoria.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Please, Nox. Let me cum.”

The way she begs almost buckles my knees. “More,” I demand, venturing precariously close to the height of my pleasure.

A moment of clarity passes over her face, only to be smothered out by heat burning us both alive.

“Ghost. My fucking perfect stalker. I want to be yours entirely,” she says between panting breaths.

“Give me your last name. I’ll follow you through this life, and any that exist after it. I belong to you. Mrs. Mallory Graves.”

That does it, the sound of her name entwined with mine. Her begging. Her vow of eternal devotion. It shoots white hot fucking need through me. The need to have her, claim her, feel her cumming on my fucking dick like the beautiful enchanting creature that she is. “Let go, little siren. Cum for me.”

“Really?” she says surprised.

“Yes, I can’t hold on anymore, baby. Cum with me.”

Her legs rest on my shoulders, supporting her as she circles her hips, swirling my cock deep inside her.

I hold her body tight against mine as she rocks my cock against her g-spot, losing herself to the feeling as she explodes.

Her arms give out on her as her body quakes with pleasure, a cry of complete ecstasy rippling through the room.

I move my arms around her back, pulling her up so her chest is flush with mine, as I pump in and out of her.

Mallory wraps her arms around my neck, holding me close.

Her lips find mine as I detonate. She swallows the sounds of my climax as I lose all rhythm, body shuddering from complete encompassment in pleasure.

I spin us, dropping onto the couch. She rides me slowly, dragging out both our pleasure as our kiss becomes sweet and languid, instead of demanding and hungry.

“Wow,” she says, pulling away from me. “I think I blacked out that time.”

“That good, huh?” I tug her back against me, maneuvering us on the couch until we’re laying side by side. My fucking phone starts ringing again, and I’m about ready to whip it out an open window.

She hears it this time. “Could be important,” she says.

“They can wait. Nothing’s more important than you, Mrs. Mallory Graves. ”

Her flushed face turns impossibly more red. “You liked that, eh?”

“More than you could ever imagine. Almost blew my load right then and there.” The ringing of my phone cuts off, and almost immediately Mallory’s starts ringing.

That grabs both our attention.

Mal moves, leaning over the side of the couch as I hold her tight, preventing her from face planting into the hardwood.

She slaps her hand around, looking for her pants. Finally, she finds them, and retrieves her phone. Her body goes rigid in my hands as she looks at the screen.

“Mal? What is it?”

She gets up without another word, answering the call.

“Hello?”

Her naked body moves, scooping up the ghost blanket, and wrapping it around her.

“Yes, absolutely. Are you okay?” She asks the person on the other end of the line.

“Yes, he’s here. I’ll let him know and I’ll see you soon.” She pauses for a second, listening. “Okay, I’ll call you back. Drive fucking safe.”

She hangs up, dropping her phone on the island, completely lost in thought.

“Mallory,” I say in that tone that snaps her back to reality. “Who was that?”

“Victoria.”

“Oh! That’s great. Is she coming over? Should I go get you guys something to eat?” I’m up and off the couch before she can answer, sliding my grey sweats back on so I’m not caught in the buff .

She doesn’t answer me, and it’s unsettling as fuck. She doesn’t look happy after talking to Victoria for the first time in months, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth so hard she’s sure to draw blood.

“What are you not telling me?” I grumble, somewhat demanding.

Her whiskey eyes rise to mine, heavy with concern and compassion. “Greyson didn’t come home after his shift last night.”