worshipping the devil

-five-

*mature content*

A D R I A N

I can't sleep.

I've been tossing and turning for hours. The clock by my bedside table reads 2:21am.

I can't stop thinking about her. Those stunning hazel eyes and how they always stare so innocently at me. Her long brown hair when it dances in the crisp winter wind captures me. Her silk smooth skin sets my whole body on fire when I touch her cheek.

I've had enough. This can't go on.

She's 20, Adrian. Too young for you.

I throw the duvet off me and open my bedroom door. Walking down the corridor, I make my way to Elena's room and slowly open the door, making sure not to wake her.

Her soft breathing fills my ears and for some reason, it relieves me. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath.

She has no idea what she does to me.

I close the door and go downstairs to get some water. The wind is howling outside and the rain thuds as it hits the kitchen windows.

Only dressed in grey joggers, I stand outside under the balcony and let the ice cold air hit me. This is meant to be helping me, but it's making things worse.

Just the thought of her makes my mind go wild. All of the things I want to do to her are present in my head, and all of these things result in her screaming out my name.

Reaching in my pocket, I take out a pack of half empty cigarettes and a lighter. I light a cigar and take a long drag, instantly relaxing me.

I don't usually smoke. But recently, with so much damn sexual tension around me, I feel the need to take some stress away.

From the corner of my eye, I see the kitchen light being turned on. I then see that beautiful little figure walking around the kitchen struggling to find a glass.

"Left cupboard, top shelf and to the right," I say to her as I walk back inside the kitchen after closing the front door.

Elena gasps and turns around, nearly falling back onto the counter. She then puts her petite hand over her heart as her breathing calms down. All while I'm leaning against the wall, smirking at her cute behaviour.

"Jesus, you scared me," she let out a small laugh. I love the sound of her laugh.

Her eyes get drawn to my naked chest and she widens them at the sight. They travel down my torso until they get to the waistband of my joggers.

She suddenly looks away, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red. I walk towards her and I notice how she takes a few steps backwards until her back hits the counter.

As I move closer to her, Elena eyes the cigar in my hand but I quickly throw it in the bin.

"You smoke?" She asks quietly, playing with her fingers as I keep inching closer to her.

"Not often." I answer bluntly.

"You shouldn't be doing it at all. It will kill you."

"You're a brave one, Elena," I say.

"How?" She replies in a challenging tone. I trap her between my arms which are resting on the counter, and lean my face in close to hers.

I can tell Elena's holding her breath. Her long fingers that were fiddling, are now clutched onto her night shirt, making her knuckles go white.

I have an effect on her.

I move my lips to her ear. "I'm the boss around here. Do you understand?" I whisper and I feel her shudder beneath my touch.

"Yes," She whispers back, now fiddling with the hem of her shirt. I stop her hands from moving and instead I hold them to the counter.

"Keep them there," I say. I let go of her hands and move mine to her hips under her shirt, just enough for me to feel her soft skin under my fingertips.

Elena gasps at the skin on skin contact. Goosebumps appear all over her arms as my hands go further up her sides.

She leans her head back, exposing her neck to me that I want to suck on so badly.

"Adrian.." Elena breaths out. "W-what are you doing?" She looks at me and I smirk.

"Shh," I comfort her and her eyes flutter shut in pleasure as a gently trace the curve underneath her perky breasts with my thumb, surprised at the fact she's not wearing a bra.

"Do you like it when I touch you, Elena?" I say quietly, taking in every feature of her face.

She bites her lip and nods.

"Use your words, Elena," I demand.

"Y-yes," She stutters and opens her gleaming eyes. She releases her lip.

My fingers go upwards and skim her nipple. She gasps loudly and throws her head back. I watch her and how she's so affected by my fingers.

I pinch both of her alert nipple at the same time, then roll them around. A small moan escapes from Elena's mouth as she rests her head on her shoulder.

"We shouldn't be doing this," she gasps out and I know full well she's right.

I let my hands drop from under her shirt and I watch the disappointment flood over her face. Elena looks down in embarrassment. Her hands move from the counter to down by her side.

I lift up her chin with my fingers and thrust my hips ever so slightly, just enough for her to feel my rock hard bulge.

Elena's lips part. "This is what you do to me, Elena."

And with that, I run my hand through my messy hair and walk out of the kitchen, back to my room.

I close the door and let out a deep breath.

Why the fuck did I let myself do that?

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a chapter in adrian's pov! did you guys enjoy?

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