WARNING: MATURE AND HIGHLY SEXUAL CONTENT . R 18+
Elena's appetite for sex had skyrocketed since the moment she rose from the dead. It was a pattern Gabriel had realized when they were in the little island.
Before they moved to Mysthaven, she had made wild love to him on the beach. Strangest of all, she had taken the lead, even pinning him against the tree with unshakable strength. So when he staggered back to his room that night and found her awake with only a thin fabric around her body, he wasn't surprised.
"You're awake," he pointed, resting his back on the door. She was reading a book he couldn't figure out the title because of his drunk state but her smile, that he figured out.
"I couldn't sleep," she admitted, blinking innocently at him. "I was worried you wouldn't return."
Closing the door behind him, Gabriel staggered forward and fell on the bed. He sighed before forcing his eyes open to see her legs stretched in an innocent invitation to ravage his dormant beast.
