Stolen by Fate

Chapter 8: Crossing Boundaries

Chapter 8: Crossing Boundaries

The ride home from the mall was a blur. My mind raced, trying to figure out what had changed between Adrian and me. The moment we left that café, the air between us felt different—charged, thick with tension, but not the kind I'd grown used to. It was something else, something unspoken yet undeniable.

Adrian hadn't said a word since we got back. His body was tense, his eyes fixed straight ahead as he pulled into the driveway. I followed him inside, my heart pounding, unsure of what to make of it all. The silence was deafening, the tension suffocating.

I couldn't take it anymore.

"Adrian," I called, my voice trembling. "What's going on with you? Why won't you talk to me?"

He stopped in the middle of the living room, his back to me. I could see the rise and fall of his shoulders, the way his fists clenched at his sides. Then, slowly, he turned to face me, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

"I told you, Ma," he said, his voice low, rough. "I'm trying to protect you. But you make it so damn hard."

"From what?" I asked, my emotions swirling inside me, threatening to overflow. "I don't understand—"

"From me," he cut me off, his voice hoarse. His eyes were blazing, full of conflict and something else. "You're in my head, Ni. Every time I look at you, I want you. And it's not just because you're here. It's because you've become a part of me."

I froze, his words hitting me like a wave, leaving me breathless. The air between us thickened, the weight of what he just said hanging heavy in the room.

Before I could even think, my feet moved toward him, my heart pounding louder than my thoughts. "Adrian..."

His eyes followed me, watching every step I took until I was standing right in front of him. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, the tension between us crackling in the air. And then, without thinking, without a second of hesitation, I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled his mouth down to mine.

The kiss was explosive, fueled by months of pent-up emotions, confusion, and desire. I kissed him hard, pouring everything I'd been holding inside into that kiss—my fear, my anger, my need for him. And to my surprise, Adrian didn't pull away.

He kissed me back with the same urgency, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me closer until I could feel every inch of him against me. His lips were soft but insistent, claiming me in a way that made my knees weak.

I felt a rush of heat flood through my body, the intensity of it all overwhelming me. But I didn't care. I didn't want to stop. I didn't want to think. I just wanted him.

Adrian groaned against my mouth, his hands sliding up my back, tangling in my hair. His kiss deepened, rougher now, filled with a hunger that matched mine. Every touch, every brush of his lips against mine sent sparks shooting through my body, making me tremble.

My heart was racing, my breaths coming out in ragged gasps as he pressed me against the wall, his body pinning mine in place. "Ni," he whispered against my lips, his voice strained, like he was holding back.

I barely registered the sound of my name as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, needing more. "Don't stop," I breathed, my voice shaky.

Adrian hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching mine. "Are you sure, Ma? I need to know."

I nodded, my heart racing. "Yes," I whispered. "I'm sure."

That was all it took. Adrian's mouth crashed against mine again, his hands moving over my body with a new intensity, as if he'd been waiting for this moment as long as I had. He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me down the hallway, my legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed me, deeper, more desperate now.

He pushed open a door I'd never been through before, revealing a room that was nothing like the one I'd been staying in. It was darker, more intimate, with rich wood furniture and a massive bed covered in soft, dark sheets. The air smelled faintly of him—clean, masculine, intoxicating.

He set me down gently on the bed, standing over me for a moment, his eyes roaming over my body, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. "You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice low, rough.

I shivered under his gaze, feeling vulnerable but not afraid. I wanted this. I wanted him.

Slowly, Adrian leaned down, his lips brushing against mine as his hands moved to the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head. The cool air hit my skin, making me shiver, but the heat of his touch quickly made me forget everything else.

His hands were everywhere—gentle but firm, exploring every inch of me as if he was memorizing the way I felt under his fingertips. When his mouth trailed down my neck, my breath hitched, my heart racing as he kissed a path down my body, making me feel things I'd never felt before.

Because I hadn't. I was a virgin, and this—this was something I had only ever imagined. But now, it was happening, and I couldn't think, couldn't focus on anything but the way his hands and mouth were making me feel.

"Adrian," I whispered, my voice shaking as he paused, his eyes dark with desire as they met mine.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft, his hands stilling on my hips. There was concern in his eyes, a tenderness that made my heart ache.

I nodded, my breath coming in shallow gasps. "I've never... I mean, I haven't..."

He seemed to understand immediately, his gaze softening as he leaned down to kiss me again, slow, gentle, full of patience. "I'll take care of you, Ma," he whispered against my lips. "I promise."

And he did. Adrian was slow, careful, his touch guiding me through every moment. He was gentle, making sure I was comfortable, that I wasn't in pain. His hands never left me, his mouth never stopped kissing me, and when he finally entered me, it was like nothing I had ever felt before.

It wasn't just the physical sensation—it was the connection, the way his body moved with mine, the way he whispered my name as if it was the only thing he wanted to say. The way he made me feel safe, even in the most vulnerable moment of my life.

I gasped, my fingers clutching his shoulders as he filled me, the sensation overwhelming but incredible. Adrian's movements were slow, deliberate, his hands caressing my skin, grounding me in the moment. "You're doing so good, Ma," he murmured, his voice rough with restraint.

I moaned softly, my body trembling as he moved inside me, his rhythm steady, controlled. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, building slowly, until I was panting, my nails digging into his skin as I felt myself unraveling beneath him.

"Adrian," I gasped, my voice breathless, full of need.

He kissed me deeply, his hips moving faster now, his control slipping as he responded to the way I clung to him. The intensity of it all—the way he touched me, the way he looked at me—was too much. I felt myself slipping over the edge, my body tensing as the pleasure built to a peak.

And then, with a cry, I fell apart, the sensation exploding inside me, leaving me breathless, trembling beneath him. Adrian groaned, his movements becoming more erratic as he followed me over the edge, his body shuddering as he found his release.

For a long moment, neither of us moved. We just lay there, tangled together, our bodies slick with sweat, our breathing heavy. I stared up at the ceiling, my heart still racing, my mind trying to process everything that had just happened.

Adrian's arm tightened around me, pulling me close as he kissed the top of my head. "You're mine now, Ma," he whispered, his voice full of something I couldn't quite name.

And for the first time, I wasn't afraid to admit that I didn't want it any other way.