CHAPTER 120: WILD NIGHT

The soft sounds escaping her lips only fueled his hunger, making him kiss her with even more passion, as if he hadn’t tasted her or any kiss in forever.

Just when she thought she might truly faint from his overwhelming kiss, he finally pulled back.

The warm tip of his tongue traced gently across her now aroused, reddened lips, leaving a trail of heat behind.

His eyes, wild and filled with barely restrained desire, locked onto hers.

She gasped for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Breathe..." he whispered with a teasing smile, brushing the corner of her mouth with his thumb.

Before she could say something, he quickly undressed her and tossed her clothes onto the floor.

A blurry memory began to surface in her mind: that night... their first time, the one-night stand that started it all.

Her breath caught as she tried to speak, but before she could, he removed his clothes too. Suddenly, nothing was separating them anymore.

They were both naked, skin to skin, exposed, and vulnerable.

Every movement he made while positioning himself above her sent a surge of nervous excitement through her veins.

Her heartbeat quickened, louder than ever.

She gave him a nervous, fleeting smile, but it vanished the moment his fingers touched her skin, tracing slowly from her calf up to her inner thigh.

His warm hand hovered just over her most sensitive spot, lightly brushing it, but not quite touching.

She could feel her arousal throbbing, the heat pooling inside her, making her reflexively push her hips forward, wordlessly begging for more.

She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut as he traced his finger over her softly, teasingly.

Every nerve in her body tightened, trembled, craved. Holding on to an incoming explosion of sensation.

He leaned down, brushing his lips against her skin before his hand moved again, his touch gentle, then slowly climbed up to her chest.

Their breaths tangled as the warmth between them grew hotter.

The world faded until there was only the rhythm of their hearts and the sound of their breathing, heavy and uneven.

They became lost in each other. Two souls tangled together in a night of heat, tenderness, and longing.

It was a wild, passionate, unforgettable night that changed everything.

...

When Evelyn woke, soft sunlight spilled through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room.

The faint sound of birds chirping outside greeted her ears.

For a moment, she lay still, blinking at the unfamiliar ceiling above her.

The air smelled faintly of cedarwood and something else... Axel’s cologne.

And then it came back to her.

The cabin.

Their night together.

Her heart gave a tiny, fluttering beat as warmth filled her chest.

A smile tugged at her lips before she could stop it.

Everything from the previous wild night flashed back in her mind: their kiss, passionate lovemaking, making her heart race again.

But when she turned her head toward the other side of the bed, the smile faded slightly.

The space beside her was empty.

"Where is he? He left?"

She sat up, the blanket sliding down her bare shoulders. The sheets were still warm where he had been, but Axel himself was nowhere in sight.

"Axel?"

No answer.

As she pushed herself to sit upright, something on the bedside table caught her eye, a small yellow note resting beside a glass of water.

Curious, she reached for it. His handwriting was neat, bold, and unmistakably his.

"Went back to check on our son. I know he’s perfectly fine, so don’t worry. Get freshened up, I’ll be back soon. But if you want to get more rest, get more rest. We can freshen up together when I’m back. Love, Axel."

Evelyn couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped her lips.

She pressed the paper against her chest and sighed, smiling to herself.

"Axel Knight, how do you make me blush this early morning?"

Still smiling, she swung her legs off the bed. But the moment her feet touched the wooden floor, she froze.

A sharp ache ran through her muscles, making her gasp softly.

"Oh dear God...Now I remember the feeling after," she muttered, biting her lip, a wave of color rushing to her cheeks.

The memories of last night came flooding back into her mind again. Her heart raced, and she had to cover her face with her hands.

"Stop it, Evelyn," she whispered to herself, shaking her head. "You’re going to die of embarrassment..."

Still blushing furiously, she wrapped the soft blanket around her naked body and stood carefully, her movements slow.

The morning light poured through the large window across the room, and she walked toward it, letting the sun’s warm glow envelope her.

Outside, the world was painted in the colors of autumn: rusty reds, deep oranges, golds, and browns.

The forest surrounding the cabin shimmered under the sunlight, every leaf seeming to catch fire with color.

It was breathtaking.

Last night, she couldn’t see what the place looked like. But now, standing here in the quiet calm of morning, she realized how beautiful it all was.

Her fingers brushed the windowpane as she whispered, "So this is where you’ve been hiding. No wonder you like this place, Axel..."

She stood there for a few minutes, letting herself breathe.

The peace of it felt unreal, like something fragile she was afraid to disturb.

Finally, she turned to find her clothes.

To her surprise, there was a wardrobe against the wall she hadn’t noticed before.

She opened it... and blinked.

Inside hung her clothes, neatly arranged beside Axel’s.

Not only that, her bag was also there, along with her favorite cardigan, folded perfectly on the top shelf.

She opened the bathroom door. There, on the counter, were her toiletries already set out; her brush, her perfume, even her moisturizer.

"Axel... you already prepared all of this?"

She didn’t know whether to be touched or scold him for planning without saying anything. Either way, her chest felt full.

After taking a shower and washing away the traces of the memorable night before, she changed into something warm, a cream sweater and soft leggings, before stepping out of the bedroom.