Changed {Martin Garrix Fanfiction}

Chapter 26

Chapter Twenty Six - Entry # 

- Madeline's POV - 

The initial shock and force of his lips have put me in a quick paralysis. My senses come back to me and my hands find their way up to his hair. His own hands are digging into my hips, holding me in place against the wall. His tongue skillfully goes into my mouth, causing me to grow hungrier for something. I tug at the roots of his hair, causing him to elicit a groan into my mouth. 

"You trust me right?" he says, pulling away from me. I stare up at him, to breathless to form any words. I nod furiously before he grabs my hand and pulls me towards his bed. My throat hitches, a nervousness settling in my stomach, but I don't want to question him. 

His lips find their way back to mine, kissing me more urgently and impatient than before. Losing my balance against the bed, I fall onto my back and he nudges my legs apart before settling between them. His cold fingertips makes me gasp as he starts to lift up his sweatshirt over my stomach. He pulls away from me and I lean up so he can fully take it off. 

I catch a fire in his green eyes before he leans into the crook of my neck, placing kisses all over the sensitive area. My neck arches naturally, giving him more room and I can't help the moans that are escaping from my lips. 

His hands now wrap around my back and he plays with the hook of my bra. In one second, he has unclasped it and I can now feel how looser it is. He motions me to sit up again and he lets my bra fall, tossing it somewhere in his room. He licks his lips as his eyes flicker down to my chest and instead of feeling self-conscious, I feel elated inside. He guides me back to down my pillow, placing a rough kiss on my mouth. 

"What are you g-going to do?" I stutter my words as he pulls away from me. His head lowers in between my breasts and I now feel his lips there. 

"I'm not going to go far, okay?" his voice is deep and it croaks slightly. He looks up at me, seeming to be asking for my permission. I nod my head and I watch as his familiar smirk resides on his face. 

I now feel his hands roaming above the denim material, him kissing my stomach in random spots. My heart rate speeds up quickly as the button on my skirt is popped open. His large hands begin to pull it down and some part of my brain is yelling at me, but I choose to ignore it. 

My leg jerks as his lips place kisses on my inner thigh. His free hand roams up and down on my other leg, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I feel my head spinning again and I wonder if I am going to throw up again, but I have a feeling that most of the alcohol is out of my system. A tiny part of me thinks that it's Martin who is making feel this way, but I refuse to listen to myself again. 

Suddenly he has come back up to my face and planted his tongue in my mouth. I grab his head and pull him as close to me as possible. My breathing hitches and my mouth opens in a gasp as I feel his fingers against me. There. 

"Wh-what ar-are you -" I manage to say but I am quickly shut up by his lips covering mine again. One of his fingers lowers and it causes me to moan his name. Is this happening? Right now?