Page 41 of Dark Awakening

I can feel her confusion as if she doesn’t understand the magnitude of our connection. My mouth is flooded with desire for her, and my nostrils are filled with her scent of primal craving.

Her fear is plain as day, and I get it, really, I do. There's something wild, something downright untamable, pulling us together. I'm tempted to just give in to it, but doubts and fears are gnawing at me—this could blow up in my face and might just be the most colossal screw-up I’ve ever made.

I try to remember that she's her own person—she can walk whichever path she chooses. But who am I kidding? Deep down, I've already staked my claim on her. The possessive vibe that hits every time I picture her with anyone else is like a punch to the gut. It's a voice, loud and clear, shouting at me to hold on tight and never let go.

I growl with desire and lick my lips. “I’m going to fucking find out what’s going on here. Since I saw you, this flame has been blazing within me—and it isn’t by chance, Angel. Now tell me the damned truth.”

She's got to be casting some kind of spell on me, or maybe there's a darker force at play. She's unlike any challenge I've ever come up against. This whole thing feels impossible. As she struggles fiercely against the hold I've got on her neck, I can’t shake the feeling that there's something more going on here. I know she feels it, too. Yet, she denies it, which pisses me off.

"STOP!" she suddenly screams, her voice raw with fury. "Get the fuck off me, you bastard!" She renews her struggles with ferocity, writhing and squirming beneath me. I can feel her tight little body twisting as she tries desperately to wrench free of my hold. "You don't get to do this!" she rages, eyes blazing. "I won't let you just take whatever you want!" She bucks her hips, trying to dislodge me.

I grin cruelly down at her, enjoying her fiery defiance. Her small hands beat at my chest ineffectually. I easily capture both wrists in one hand, pressing them above her head.

"But you want this, Angel," I purr, watching her eyes widen in outrage. "You're just afraid to admit it."

She tosses her head wildly, tendrils of her hair sticking to the sweat on her face. "Go to hell, you sick freak!" she spits venomously. "I'll kill you, I swear!"

Her threats only amuse me more. I lean down, my lips at her ear. "There's my feisty little Angel," I murmur. "I do enjoy watching your passions ignite."

With a guttural scream, she renews her struggles, writhing and bucking with all her might. I groan as her movements inadvertently arouse me further. Yes, I will relish taming this one—feeling her inevitable surrender as she melts for me.

Her sharp words sting in the air. But it only fuels my twisted amusement at her vain attempts to claim control.

I curl my lips into a smirk and let out a low chuckle. “Oh, sweet girl, I know you don’t want me to leave,” I say confidently.

She bore into me with those fascinating gold eyes. I can sense her craving and confusion while suppressed anger lingers in the background. I smirk and meet her gaze.

I can’t take it anymore. Her nearness, her aroma, and the curves of her body drive me wild with desire. I’m ready to risk everything I’ve sworn to protect within myself for just one night lost in her embrace. I need her and crave her like nothing else.

I push my hardened cock against her stomach, making her gasp. With both arms, I wrap around her lush waist; I sweep my hands down and grab her voluptuous ass with both hands, squeezing her tightly.

I snatch her off the wall, and she hungrily clings to me. I can feel my dick hard as steel, desperate to be free. I smother her mouth, exploring every corner of it with my tongue. She gasps between our frenzied kisses and pushes her hips against me uncontrollably.

I carry her to the kitchen area, her body begging for more as I ravish her lips and suck in her breaths.

Fuck my misery and inner conflict. I ache to feel her, to drown in her screams of pleasure. It’s obvious she craves me with an equal intensity as I burn for her, intensifying my insatiable desires. With a handful of her ass, I set her firmly onto the kitchen island, spreading her legs as I nestle between them with my frame. I yank her chemise with one swift tug, baring her naked breasts. I feverishly devour her lips with fervent need as she responds to every one of my kisses.

“Rhyland,” she purrs, her breath tickling my lips.

With one swift tug over my head, I slowly pull off my hoodie and T-shirt, revealing my taut muscles. She gasps seductively as she runs her hands over my chest, tracing each line and ripple.

I seize her neck, and she moans as my lips descend onto hers. I can feel her body tremble beneath me as I growl and pull her to me. Her heat sends sparks of pleasure racing through me. She caresses my chest passionately, her hands roaming up to my neck before lightly tugging on my short hair, and I suck in a deep breath from the boiling sensations coursing through me. My hands roam ravenously up her smooth, petal-soft thighs toward her dripping wetness. A guttural moan escapes my throat as I feel the velvet of her warmth and slickness.

“Fuck, baby,” I groan with an unrestrained hunger. “Wet for me already?”

She moans at my observation. Our little fight for dominance turned her on. I grab her perky golden globes with my hands, so complete and perfect for my big hands. I suck and tug at her nipple until it is hard, making her moan and arch her back. She thrashes wildly, her hands clawing through my inky-black hair as she pulls me closer. I slam my other hand down on the countertop as I struggle to steady myself.

I smirk against her breast. “You’re so fucking needy,” I growl.

I plunder to the other nipple and sink my teeth in with a sharp tug. She’s panting, and her whimpers of ecstasy fill the air. I take hold of her sopping-wet panties and yank them to the side, my fingertips grazing her slick center.

She moans louder as I rub her damp flesh at a frantic pace. “Is this what you need, Angel? Do you need me right here?”

“Yes…please,” she whispers.

As I press and rub her wetness. My fingers explore her soft pussy, stimulating her erogenous zones and arousing her more.

Our tongues entwined as I passionately thrust against hers. A guttural groan escapes me as I force my finger deep into her core, caressing her G-spot and driving her to ecstasy.

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