All Chapters of The Taken Of Lena: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Emelie nervously fidgeted as she waited for him in the tea room of the rehab center. To her, the facility looked a lot more like a luxurious ski resort, with its lovely colonial architecture and amenities fit for a five star hotel. Located three hours away from their home city in the heavily forested area of the surrounding mountains,Recovery Lodge featured a full service spa, an expansive list of indoor and outdoor activities, and varying forms of therapy for their resident patients. It was definitely the nicest rehab Sam had been sent to, and according to her mother, also the most expensive. Emelie hoped that Sam was finally getting the help that he needed. She loved her brother too much to lose him to his addiction. "Why are you looking so sad, peewee?" Emelie's spirits immediately brightened, and she turned around to face her brother. Unable to contain her happiness, she flung her arms around his neck and squeezed him in a tight hug. "I've missed you so much," Emelie said, fin

Emelie felt her body clench in nervous anticipation. It was what she wanted, she was certain. Losing her virginity on homecoming night with a hot guy sounded perfect. Cliché, but perfect. But for some reason, the thought of sleeping with Jake didn't fill her with as much excitement as it should have. Instead, she almost felt fearful. "Hurry up! What took you guys so long?" Georgina demanded, throwing her head and arms with an uncharacteristic wildness. Emelie was suddenly filled with alarm when she noticed the bottle of tequila in her hand. "Georgie who brought that?" Emelie asked nervously. She thought the plan had just been to hang out on the football field. She had no idea that one of her friends had managed to sneak in alcohol. "Relax, no one has seen us. Hey man," Brandon, Shelby's date, said, turning to Jake. Emelie frowned in confusion at their familiarity, but then she remembered that they both went to State. Emelie wasn't especially fond of Brandon, but she didn't want t

"Please, Mr. Carlisle?" Emelie said again. Emelie fully reclined on her back, and from beneath the blankets, she opened her legs and bent her knees, keeping her gaze locked on his. Nicholas was frozen where he stood as Emelie slightly pushed up the shirt with one hand, and teased the skin of her toned stomach with the other. That wandering hand disappeared beneath the blankets. And after a few seconds, Emelie suddenly gasped and sharply arched her back. Nicholas felt his mouth fall open. Emelie was touching herself right in front of him. So much blood was flowing to his cock that Nicholas began feeling lightheaded. He was wholly fixated on the movement of her hand beneath the blankets. Emelie squirmed and delicately writhed on the bed as she rubbed her pussy, keeping her gaze on him invitingly. Her nipples were hard and pressing against the wet t-shirt, and Nicholas licked his lips hungrily. With each arch of her hips, each whimper from her lips, Nicholas felt himself subconscious

And it felt like she was being complimented for the first time in her life.His gaze did not waver as he called her beautiful. There was no nervousness or double-meaning, or expectation of reciprocation. He was not lecherous, or demanding, or insincere.He'd called her...beautiful.And Emelie could tell that he'd truly meant it.Suddenly, something other than mere lust began to stir in her chest, and Emelie rapidly reached for Carlisle, almost desperately, pulling him completely on top of her. She kissed him, hard, as her fingers clung to his shirt, greedy to get it off as quickly as possible. Seeming to sense her urgency, Carlisle helped her pull it off of him, and Emelie moaned at the feeling of his naked, hard muscle against her body.His kisses lowered to her neck, and then to her chest, and Emelie cried out at the feeling of his tongue circling her nipple. His hands seemed to move over her like powerful sea waves, natural and deliberate, and leaving no surface untouched as he con

Emelie nearly screamed when she finally felt his fingertips on her clit, and a sudden, powerful pressure began to balloon in her pelvis. He massaged her clit with the perfect amount of tenderness and force, with a steadily increasing speed that seemed to cause her hips to automatically rock to meet his strokes. She was so wet that she could actually hear it as he touched her, but she was far too aroused to feel embarrassed at her wanton display."Yes...Mr. Carlisle...please—""Then I'm going to need you to relax your body, Emelie," Carlisle said suddenly.Emelie frowned, struggling to figure out what exactly he was asking her to do, but her thoughts felt far too muddled with desire to make much sense. She bit her lower lip when she felt his finger beginning to press against her opening, but the feeling of his thumb rolling her clit pleased her far more than the discomfort."Relax, Emelie," Carlisle said again. With a deep breath, Emelie released all tension in her muscles, just as Car