Lost After Midnight

•Break Me•

{•Unedited•}
~Adriel's POV~

I trace the lines of Adriel's tattoos as I lay next to him. He's been sleeping for the past hour, holding me tightly to his side like something will happen. His jaw set and brows furrowed, not looking relaxed at all. I wish there was something I could do to make him at ease, but there's nothing.
Knocking on his door makes him shoot away, groaning. I sit up, fixing my hair. He gets up, grabbing his shirt that he didn't put on earlier when I first got here. "This better be Marcus," he says to himself. I get up, fixing my clothes. He opens the door, tensing further. I see an older looking man in front of him.
"Why the hell-oh hello," he says, spotting me in the corner still. He shoots Adriel a threatening flood before walking pass him to me. I look at Adriel in fear, not sure what to do. He stays still, hands clenched at his sides. "What's a pretty girl like you doing in my sons room?"
"Leaving," I say, smiling as kindly as I can, rushing towards Adriel. He grabs my hand and pushes me behind him.
"I'm gonna take her home," he says. "I'll be back soon."
"Okay." He literally pulls me out of the room, almost making me trip down the stairs behind him. Once we're outside and near the car, I see the panic written all over his face. His hands grip the stirring wheel tightly as drives.
"Adriel, everything is okay," I tell him. He shakes his head, stopping in front of my house. He doesn't park like he usually does. "Come inside."
"I have to get back home," he tells me. I take his hand, squeezing it. He looks over at me, eyes watering.
"Come in. If you go back there right now it's not going to be good," I tell him. Defeated, he unbuckles himself and follows me out. He grabs my hand again. Inside no ones home; on Saturday's everyone usually goes to the shop for the day and I guess Santi decided to tag along this time.
We go up to my room, closing the door fully since my dad isn't here. Adriel starts pacing back and forth, running his hands through his hair. "Are you okay?" I ask. He shakes his head, the muscles in his arms flexing. "Nothing happened."
"Something could have," he snaps. "I didn't know what the hell he was going to do to you when he went over to you. I wasn't about to let that happen." I walk over, placing my small hands on his heaving chest.
"He didn't hurt me," I tell him, forcing his wild eyes to meet mine. "But I know you would have hurt him if you went home right away." He looks down, sighing. Pulling me closer to himself, he wraps his arms tightly around me, burying his face the crook of my neck. I back up until were against my bed so we can sit down, the height difference probably hurting his back.
His body shakes as he cries, clenching onto me. I run my fingers through his hair, trying to soothe him. I knew pretty soon I would be the comforting him. "I don't want you getting hurt because of me."
"I won't," I tell him. He peaks up a little, eyes red. "Nothing is going to happen to me because of you."
"I love you," he says, searching searching mine. I'm even dazed by him saying that; almost felt like he had said it before.
"I love you too." He presses his lips to mine, cupping my face gently in his large palms. Our tongues dance slowly together, neither of us trying to win dominance over the other. His hands glide up my waist and arms, resting on my shoulders. The thin straps of my tank top slip down some. I pull away, looking at him shyly. He's about to say something, but before he can I reach down to the hem of my shirt and pull it up over my head.
     His eyes don't power at all like I was expecting them to, he just looks at me. Nina said all the guys she was with before Marcus, and Marcus, acting like her face was no longer there once she took her shirt off. Pulling me back him, the kiss is more heated and wanting, our breathing heavy.
    I move so I'm laying on my back. I have no idea what I'm doing, but I know that I want him. Getting above me, he looks down into my eyes. His body brushes against mine, my hand finding it's way under his shirt. He smiles against my lips, sitting up and wiping his shirt off with ease. My eyes trail over his body, my breaths shaky.
      I start undoing my jeans, trying to wiggle them off without moving too much. He moves further down the bed, pulling them. He stops once their off, taking in my full appearance. My whole body heats up under his stare. "You're so damn beautiful," he says, leaning down and kissing my neck.
       A whimper escapes me as I clench my legs together, trying to relieve of the odd feeling I'm getting there. I know what it is, but it's not as enjoyable as people make it seem. Soon we're in nearly nothing, hands roaming over each other bodies. Reaching behind me, he unclamps my bra, not removing his hot kisses from my collarbones. I'm sure he's accidentally left marks this time, but I can just have Nina cover them.
     I help him take it off, fighting the urge to cover myself. He continues leaving wet kisses down the valley of my breasts and stomach, not afraid to leave his marks there where no one will see. My raise my hips against him, moaning.
        "I want you," I say, my fingers stopping in his hair. He stops as well, coming back up. His eyes are soft, taking me in. His touch is gentle and caring, drawing me closer to him wherever he touches. No one has ever had such an effect on my body.
     "You sure?" He asks. I nod, biting my lip shyly. Letting out a deep breath, he captures my lips with his again; mine must be extremely swollen. He starts drawing my underwear down, his hand barely touching me. I kick them off the rest of the way, taking deep breaths. "Are you okay?" He asks.
     "Yeah, just...trying to keep my mind here."
     "We can stop," he says. I shake my head, taking his boxers off. I could feel him before, but not I can really feel it. I suck in a deep breath, looking up at my ceiling. How is that supposed to fit?!? Is he trying to break me?!
       "Be-Before you do anything. Is it going to hurt?" I ask. He looks at me awkwardly, nodding.
    "Probably," he says. "We can stop anytime if it gets too much." I nod, look around. He reaches over, grabbing his jeans. My brows raise when he pulls a condom out of his back pocket. "This looks really bad, but it's better to be prepared than pregnant."
      Positioning himself, I can start hearing my heart beat. Are people usually this nervous to sleep with someone for the first time? Lacing his fingers with immune, he slowly starts pushing in. I squeeze my eyes shut in pain, wincing.
    "I'm sorry," he says, stopping.
    "Don't stop. It's worse," I tell him. He continues thrusting in. I look away from him, a tear slipping from my eye. He stops again, letting me adjust.
     "We don't have to keep going if you don't want to," he says, his breathing hard. I can tell it's hard for him to keep from moving. We've gotten this far and I don't want to embarrass myself. Everyone does this eventually in their life.
    "It's fine," I say. "It doesn't hurt too bad anymore." He tries moving again and I accidentally grip his back. "Sorry."
    "It's fine. It didn't hurt," he says. Can't relate. He slowly starts moving, studying me. I take shaky breaths, closing my eyes. "You're so tight."
    "Is that a good thing?" I ask. He chuckles, kissing my cheek. I raise my hips against him, trying to enjoy this. Eventually the pain fades to a point where it's bearable. I brush my hair out of my face, licking my dry lips.
      "Amor," he moans, gripping my hips. Well wasn't that music to my ears. My head falls back, finally able to feel good. Reaching down, he starts touching me. My mouth falls open, moaning his name. "That feel good?"
"Y-Yes." He smirks, kissing me again. I run my fingers through his hair, trying to meet his thrusts. Damn when it feels good, it feels good. "I-I'm getting close." At that he speeds up, massaging my breasts in his rough hands; it feels good despite the callouses. "Adriel," I moan loudly as I reach my climax. His grip gets tighter as he reaches his as well, cursing under his breath.
     I try steadying my breathing, looking up at the ceiling. He rolls off of me, running his hands over his face. "I'm sorry I hurt you," he says. I shrug, covering myself with the blanket.
    "I'm tired," I say, closing my eyes. He chuckles, kissing my temple.
    "Wore you out, did I?"
    "Don't ruin it."

   AN: Sorry this chapter is later in the day, I wanted to get it up this morning but that didn't happen. This also has be the most romantic "love scene" I've written; I felt like that was just how they are...for now hehe.
     Also! So thanks to shorty1723 for finding out who the guy is that I currently have for Adriel, I serious want to change him again 😂 It's not that he's unattractive it's just...HIS MOUTH BUGS ME!! Anyways, I wang to change him again and I think I found the right guy!
     Question: What would you like to see happen in the story? What do you think will happen when Adriel gets home?
    Please check out my other stories, comment, vote, and share! Believe in yourself -Vaeh
     SO! What do we think of this guy????