Page 120 of Dark Awakening

As the sun dips low, painting the rooms in vivid gold, the coroner's team arrives to take my parents away, their work disturbingly clinical and efficient. I watch with hollow eyes as the stretcher disappears through the front door, my mother's limp hand trailing listlessly over the side.

Rhyland pulls me into his strong embrace as dusk deepens around us. "We will make them pay for this atrocity," he vows, steely resolve etched in the tension of his jaw.

I steel myself with the promise of justice, turning to meet his fiery gaze with my own. If this evil comes for me again, it will not find me such easy prey. “Justice is not enough, Rhyland. I will ensure that no one else has to endure this pain. No more shattered lives due to this evil.”

The drive back to the hotel passes in tense, oppressive silence. I feel myself unraveling at the seams under the crushing weight of so much senseless tragedy and violence in such a short span of time.

First, I lost my steadfast mentor, John, in his valiant attempt to save me from Marcus. And now this—my loving parents viciously ripped away in a depraved act of vengeance. So much anguish and death surrounds me.

How can I possibly fulfill the obligations of this supposed grand destiny when I feel like a hollow, fractured shell of myself? How many more innocent lives will be sacrificed because of what I am?

I let my head fall forward into my hands, a choked whisper slipping past my lips. "Their deaths are all my fault..."

Rhyland's hands briefly tighten into white-knuckled fists around the steering wheel before one rests comfortingly on my thigh. When he speaks, his voice resonates with quiet authority. "No, Angel. None of this is on you."

He sighs heavily into the tense air. "Please don't blame yourself for the evil acts of others. What's happened is a horrific injustice, but the fault lies solely with those who committed these crimes."

His sincerity momentarily pierces the descending fog of despair threatening to consume me. But the attempt at absolution only fans the flames of directionless fury churning within. My hands begin to tremble, nails digging crescent moons into the leather seat as a river of molten rage courses through my veins.

“Whose fault is it then, Rhyland?” The words escape me in a furious hiss, ricocheting off the car’s windows and shattering the silence. "It's all on me, don't you see? If I weren't cursed with this freakish alien makeup, none of the people I love would have suffered!"

Sensing my mounting hysteria, Rhyland jerks the wheel hard, tires screeching as he guides us onto the gravel shoulder. In one smooth motion, he kills the engine and turns to face me fully. He Grasps my rigid hands, and his azure gaze bores intently into mine.

“Angel, there is no way for me to express how sorry I am. With all my heart, I wish I could replace your pain with something better. Seeing you in this place makes me feel unbearable hurt. I feel everything you feel. It’s like we share the same heart. All I can do now is promise never to let anything else happen to you.”

He exhales deeply, and my stomach tightens as his fingers weave through my hair, and our gazes lock. I can feel my tension releasing.

“I understand this can be overwhelming, but I’m here for you. I will give you every ounce of my strength, courage, and love so that you know you are not alone in this. Whatever it takes for you to get through this, I’m here to provide it.”

My heart races, and my throat constricts as this man’s voice strengthens with passion. His promises to protect, love, and keep me safe from hurt fills the air around me, lifting away my grief. I feel ashamed for taking my anger out on him. His fingers gently combing through my hair have a calming effect on me. His gaze is like an embrace that comforts my spirit and protects me.

Without a word, I lean closer, look up into his eyes, and seal our exchange with a kiss. My eyes slide shut as he moans into my mouth in response. His velvety tongue presses against mine, exploring every inch of my mouth as if it were the only thing that matters.

His large hand wraps around the back of my neck, tugging me closer and controlling the depth of our passionate kiss. I gasp at the sudden intensity and tilt my head to deepen it farther. His passionate embrace and love envelop me like an electric blanket, warming my aching soul until everything melts. My insatiable craving for his body is all-consuming, if only for him to make this feeling go away.

His free hand moves lightning fast, working with an eagerness to undo my seat belt, and he nearly tosses me onto his lap in one smooth motion. He quickly adjusts his seat by sliding it back and reclining it to nearly horizontal. My body screams for more, demanding satisfaction from this carnal hunger. He wastes no time fumbling with his zipper. He quickly pushes his pants down around his hips to reveal his long, thick cock standing at full attention. His hands are quick and robust, their path unmistakable—they slide up my thighs and clamp around my hips before they grip my ass. He crudely rips my panties to the side, and I willingly submit.

I yank my tank top down, exposing my full breasts to his hungry eyes—a silent invitation for him to fulfill my desires.

He wastes no time as he hungrily teases one bud between his lips and circles it with his tongue. I arch my back in response, offering him all that I have.

I need him inside me now. Fireworks of desire shoot through my veins as I hover over his thick cock. I position my knees firmly, one on either side of him. I drop onto him fiercely, wanting to obliterate all the agony consuming me. His hard length fills me, and my body erupts in pleasure as I cry out.

His throaty growl thrills me as I roll my hips over him, grinding my heat onto his hard cock. His hands curl into my hair in a possessive hold, and he slams his hips up against mine with a need that I can feel echoing inside me. My cries hit the car roof as every thrust of his drives us both higher and higher.

“Shit, baby,” he growls as his hips mercilessly grind into mine, filling me with torturous pleasure.

Submitting to him was effortless until now. Now, I need to take control. I feel an inferno of emotions raging within me, and all I want to do is forget and feel only him. I grip his throat with my hand and force myself hard onto him, taking control. His breath hitches as his body tightens beneath me.

He growls deeply, every syllable shaking the car like thunder. “Fuck, baby. That’s it,” he commands. “Take what you want from me.”

I grip at his flesh as I wildly ride him, devouring his length with feverish intensity. My moans intermingle with slapping skin as I bash my hips against him, savoring the power that courses through me from destroying him in pleasure.

“Ah…fuck, baby. Yeah, ride this fat cock.” He gasps against my grip on his throat, his words penetrating me and shivering.

His filthy mouth never fails to get me aroused. Feeling his body against mine takes away all my sorrow and despair.

Headlights flicker in the darkness as cars whiz by, but Rhyland and I are lost in our world. My hips are undulated against his as I drive my aching wetness onto him, and I don’t give a shit who saw us.

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