Page 121 of Dark Awakening

I am entirely entranced in pleasure as his thickness penetrates me further. My gasp is taken over by the rhythmic slapping of his hips against me. He lays still, understanding that I need to take charge to restore some sense of control in my life after the recent whirlwind. Every inch of his powerful rod pushes me closer and closer to an outrageous climax.

Our rough sex drives me wild, and soon, my orgasm is upon me. “Oh god… Rhyland!”

His breath is hot and forced; his teeth clenched in concentration. His grip on my hips tightens as he coaxes me closer to climax. “That’s it, Angel. Come for me.”

I howl out as a gush of hot liquid erupts.

His hardness grows, and he grips me even tighter as he comes inside me, his throaty moans hitting me just right.

I fall on top of him, my chest heaving against his. He draws me closer and wraps me tightly, offering a safe and comforting embrace. All my worries, fears, and doubts melt away as he holds me tight—the intensity of our connection is undeniable.

We stay that way for hours, only releasing ourselves to explore each other further with deep, passionate kisses.

Danica

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The past week felt like a foggy blur. I hadn’t had the energy or the will to get out of bed, my blankets and pillows tangled around me in a cocoon of grief. On autopilot, I called my boss at the lab to let them know that I wouldn’t be coming in for some time due to the unexpected loss of my parents. They were understanding, giving me peace of mind that I would still have a job whenever I was ready to return.

Rhyland has been a tremendous help to me, understanding my emotions and giving me the time I require. Likewise, Emily has come over to offer her support to be the friend I need.

The funeral for my parents was organized quickly but seemed to stretch on endlessly. I could feel the weight of sadness as people gathered around the grave site when I saw my brother Damon; joy and sorrow streamed down my face. He swept me into a crushing embrace at the funeral. His shoulders heaved with silent sobs as I clung to him, relieved I still had family.

I force my anguish aside, pushing the grief to a dark corner of my mind, determined that it will not hamper what I am meant to do. My heart is heavy with responsibility; I need to be razor-sharp for what lies ahead—the search for the Crown of Blessings.

Adrian and Rhyland stand rigid, voices low as they debate the intricacies of the ancient runic wards Adrian has orchestrated around our hotel sanctuary. With an elegant sweep of his hand, Adrian demonstrates how the mystical symbols etched into the walls, when activated, will secure this space more than any locks or barriers constructed by mortal hands alone ever could.

He and Lucian had procured these mysterious runes from the hidden depths of the Arcane Emporium, an establishment visible only to those enlightened in the esoteric arts. Adrian patiently explains how aligning the runes in specific, powerful sequences helps weave an impenetrable metaphysical shield that will bar passage to any with ill intent—including the malicious likes of Azrael.

I had gently suggested we relocate to my apartment instead, both for comfort and security. This hotel room does not have an owner to uninvite unwanted guests; therefore, anyone can come barging in unannounced. But Rhyland quickly vetoed the idea. Though his reasoning remains unclear, I suspect he simply feels uneasy settling his immortal brothers into my ordinary suburban dwelling. I let the matter drop, too emotionally drained to press the issue.

For hours, Adrian and I have been collaborating unsuccessfully to unravel the secrets of activating a working portal by will alone, essential for gaining passage to the Valley of the Ancients. But despite our combined arcane knowledge and mystic talents, the way forward remains frustratingly obscured.

Finally admitting temporary defeat, I lean back in my chair and exhale heavily, massaging my temples as the beginnings of a headache take root. I notice Adrian's mounting frustration and wonder why he's so uptight. It makes me suspicious. Adrian flips through a crumbling leather tome with one hand and makes vague conjectures, but we soon lapse into resigned silence. I wish he wouldn't act so judgmental.

When Rhyland ducks in to check our progress, I listen mutely as Adrian briefly summarizes our failed efforts thus far. Though we discuss potential angles, no brilliant insights emerge. After a lengthy debate that leaves us no closer to any answers, I announce my need to take a short break to clear my cluttered mind.

As I finish eating a light meal, Adrian approaches, his expression insistent. "Dani, I can clearly see that you're in turmoil now," he declares. "To successfully open a portal requires absolute concentration and serenity. You need to quash any disruptive thoughts and rediscover your poise."

Yeah, no shit! My life has completely flipped upside down in a matter of a few weeks.

"Easy, Adrian. That's my mate you're speaking to." Rhyland warns. Adrian holds up his hands in defeat.

I bristle slightly at his confrontational manner but consider his advice. I close my eyes and deliberately relax my tense muscles. I focus wholly on steadying each slow breath, consciously releasing my swirling fears and worries on each long exhale. As serenity gradually flows through me, a pleasantly warm vibration stirs deep in my core.

Despite his abrasiveness, Adrian's guidance helps settle my mind. But his aggressive approach frustrates me. I wish he could offer his wisdom without being so pushy and demanding.

Going forward, I resolve to establish firmer boundaries with him regarding my emotional state.

I close my eyes and consciously relax my tense muscles. I focus wholly on regulating each slow breath, releasing my swirling fears and burdens on each long exhale. As serenity gradually washes through my being, a pleasantly warm vibration stirs deep in my core.

"Picture your destination clearly now," Adrian guides. "The lush canopy of the rainforest, jewel tones of strange flora and fauna. Hear the calls of exotic birds and animals."

As I envision the scene, my mental connection seems to strengthen. I sense my powers awakening in response to a purposeful summoning. Latching onto that ephemeral conduit, I concentrate on directing this wellspring outwards. My palms gradually take on a gentle luminescence. The space around me disappears, replaced by the vivid landscape of my mind's eye. Energy thrums through my veins.

"You have the power within, Danica," Adrian encourages. "Let the portal take shape organically. Stay calm and trust your instincts."

I breathe and refocus as waves of energy ripple through the air before me. Slowly, the nebulous ribbons coalesce into a shimmering, celestial vista—a doorway between worlds beckoning me to step through. My joy grows, magic dancing at my fingertips.

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