All Chapters of Awakening - Eve Of Eden: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Forget gentle. He lets real horny energy reign supreme.It doesn’t take much, thrust, thrust, deeper, harder, his hands on my ass, my breasts, his tongue in my mouth, and lifting my hips to meet him in every way. Timed thrusts with real push behind them, like he wants me to feel every hit with as much intensity as possible. We move together, we find our rhythm, and I mauled at him like I need every single part of him inside of me. I can’t even control the noises coming out of me or the level of loudness as I wail my way through the best thing I have ever felt in my life.I don’t ever want him to stop. Every part of me is on fire and being fed with insane pleasure. He has my whole body tingling, and I'm clawing at him with sheer desperation to do more. Faster, deeper, harder.It builds and grows, twisting up inside me like a slow, heated wave of tingles and clawing. An immense feeling that I know is only going to keep going up, and I can see tha

“Wake up and get dressed…I sense wolves.” Kaelin's gentle, warm stroke on my face rouses me from slumber, and I startle awake, realizing I fell asleep. We had sex again, which lasted longer and was way more energetic yet also more loving than hardcore. We almost broke the bed.Yet I never wanted to lose time with him by being stupid enough to fall asleep, and the last thing I remember was being curled up in his arms, overheated and wiped out. Talking about nothing in particular while savoring the quiet intimacy. How did that suddenly become a dim room as the sun faded, and him sitting up and out of bed?I’m feeling it now, though, in tender places, and I have to struggle up to grab at clothing sleepily, realizing that he is already fully dressed in his own clothing and that his cape is already on.“Where are you going?” It’s obvious he was fixing to leave, and I have a moment of panic. Not ready for this to

Strangling me as I turn and flash a wild-eyed look Kaelin’s way, and mentally begging him to come with me to be alone for just a minute. Desperately needing this to end in a better way than this. To see him once more alone. To hug him and hold onto what he is leaving me. He can’t just up and walk off without some final interaction. I still have his dagger! It’s not time yet to let him go.“I need my things from the cabin, and to return something to Kaelin….. Kaelin?” I nod and urge him, using his name, sounding constipated and weird. Praying he gets the hint as I try to keep myself together without sounding too needy and frantic, turning and gesturing to him. Ok, a little wildly, but I want him to see and get my very strong hints. I’m dying right now.“Be quick… I want you home where you are safe.” My dad isn’t playing. I turn on my heel, run, and almost fly up the cabin steps to get in there before an

A soft wrap on my bedroom door pulls me out of my dazed like daydreaming, staring at the dagger in my hand and back to the reality of my bedroom in the mansion. I don’t know how long I have sat here since I woke up and showered. Perched on my now-made bed, sitting in direct line from the window to warm my bones. Brooding and lost.“Come in…It’s open.” I urge my visitor not expecting anyone, given it’s early in the day and the sun has only just risen.I get up, pat down my light floral dress, and turn to see Toya walk in, obvious awkwardness in her posture, eyes straight to mine, and she stops across the vast space as we lock eyes. There’s an instant sizzle of tension, a drop in mood, and the sort of stand-off energy you would expect between two best friends after a fight.“So she really is home and yet never came to see me.” She smirks a little, snarkily, and is definitely still brimming with a bad mood from

“We’ve been over this a million times.” My frustration has me slamming down the grimoire in my lap on the nearest table, and I get up to stretch my back after hours of being hunched in these old, crappy armchairs. I have never understood why this one room in the whole mansion is stuck in some time warp, and my parents refuse to update it. Like an old man's study, filled with ancient relics and dusty furniture. A library-type common room where their beloved sub-pack has convened since they were all kids.“Take a break… get some air. Your father will be home soon.” My mom is still flicking through her choice of books as Leyanne paces the wall behind us, lifting her stick of chalk to tend to the blackboard stuck there every so often as she thinks something through and puts it down again. Sweeping along in a cloak similar to mine, which is now drip-drying in my bathroom after I had to scrub it in multiple tubs of water to get it back to clean.