WARNING! This chapter is basically a sex scene. If you don't want to read, don't read it. There is nothing really that important in here, so you have every right to skip it. You have been warned!

Damien left, leaving me alone, once again, with Eli. And he wasted no time getting back to my lips. Immediately when the door shut he pushed my shoulders down onto the couch, crawling on top of me and pressing his lips to mine, giving me a rush of whole new feelings. It wasn't sweet, and I definitely didn't want it to be. It was intense and beautiful, rough and passionate, but not romantic. And at that point, I didn't want it to be. I was running on lust. I could feel him getting hard against my thigh, sending waves of passion through my lower region, I couldn't stop myself from moaning.

"Adeline." Eli's voice was husky as he kissed my earlobe before whispering, "I want you... in the most unromantic way."

My heart fluttered and I felt myself get hot. I kissed his jaw and let my hand travel to his wrist, pushing him up with my other hand and pulling him with me, up the stairs and through my bedroom door, shutting it behind me and in no time he attatched our lips once again, pressing me against the wood of the door. His hands weaved through my long blonde locks, tugging at them only slightly, and moving his hands downward to cup my breasts and I let my lips drift from his for only a moment to let out a sigh. He traced his hands up to my shoulders, pushing my jacket off of them and let it fall to the floor and then traced his right hand down my back, finding the zipper of my dress and slowly unzipping it, making me all the more impatient.

I took off his shirt, throwing it to the floor and he slipped out of his pants when I peeled my tights off my legs. My body felt so amazing when he grabbed me and let his hands roam my skin. His hands were soft, leaving shivers all over my body. Unexpectedly, he scooped me up in his arms and laid me onto the bed. I wasn't scared to let him have my body. It felt so natural to be with Eli and even if he did up and leave me in the morning, or throw me away when he was done using me up, I didn't mind. My heart was detached. And there was no way I would let him have it. Oh, no. It would be much too fragile in his hands.

He crawled next to me, laying on his side while I was still on my back and started to leave small kisses over my neck, and collarbone, to between my breasts, to my stomach. His hands lightly drifted over my breasts and down my stomach where he was kissing my hip bones, making me hotter and hotter by the second until he hooked his fingers onto my panties, pulling them down and out of the way and started kissing lower. The moan left my mouth and turned into a scream when his tongue flicked over my clit, making my body go wild. I wasn't afraid to be loud, I wanted him to know how he was making me feel. We were teenagers, letting our hormones take over our entire bodies.

His tongue entered me, making my body squirm. The feeling was so overwhelming I had to turn my head to clench my teeth down onto my pillow. The heat rising up in my lower body, the feeling was indescribeable. I could feel myself getting very close to an orgasm and then he stopped crawling over me and I realized he no longer had his boxers on.

"I don't have a condom, Addie." He was breathless and I whimpered, wanting him. All of him.

"Don't worry about that. I take birth control." I nipped at his jaw. "I want you inside me, Eli. I want all of you, please."

"How can I say no when you sound that sexy?" He let out a sexy laugh and immediately slammed into me, making me scream in pleasure.

The bed shook, my body shook. I couldn't even think. All I could think about was the amazing feeling building up, making me explode. And he was no where near finished. He continued to pound into me as I had orgasm, after orgasm. I had never been with anyone that could make me feel this good. And jesus, Eli was amazing. It felt like hours went by and when it was finally over, it took so much for me to calm down, for my body to stop shaking. How was he that good? I never, ever thought anyone could make a girl feel that way.

"Where did you learn how to be that amazing?" I was still trying to catch my breath as my head rested on his chest.

"The internet has answers to all questions." I could just feel his smirk and he kissed the top of my head.

When I calmed down enough, I traveled over to the dresser, putting on my pajamas, making sure to grab a long sleeved shirt. Now that I remembered it, I was relieved that he didn't touch my wrist. I had taken the gauze off hours ago once it stopped bleeding, but the scars were not hard to miss even if you just barely touched my wrist.

"I'll get you pajama pants a shirt from Damien's room. I'll be right back." I left the room, still trying to process everything. God, he was wonderful. And not just the sex, the way he was so casual afterwards, how everything was back to normal. And his smirk, the way he carries himself and how he doesn't let anyone walk all over him and how he cared. And I hoped it wasn't just a facade.

When I came back he took them, getting dressed in the dark. Not that I would mind watching him in the light. Yes, my mind was still on a bit of the dirty rampage, but my body would kill me if I went in for another round, so he crawled into bed and we slept. There was no easier way to sleep than in his arms.