The Kiss

Liliana Roslyn's POV.

#Muah.

I'm getting scared and at the same time, calmed. I feel like he's not going to hurt me.

Adrian's body, as soon as they hisses finish, fully turning into gas. They roam about, scattering the already scattered and messed room. They freeze, melt, boil and evaporate substances in their way.

All of the sudden, they stop and he turns into his solid frame back. His frame falls down and he makes a groan. His hand clutch the side of his stomach and I run over to him.

"Adrian." I call at first but he didn't seem to hear me. When I reach him, putting my hand on his shoulder, his eyes turn threateningly hazel. They glow at me and I back off but as soon as their threatening gaze came is as they went.

They're still glowing but not to hurt me.

"Ana." His grunting voice calls. For some reason, I find my knees, crawling towards him. He's laying on the floor still clutching his wounded part.

I help him to sit on the floor while he groan, all during the process. He must be really weak. All because he didn't feed from me?

After a while, I help him to get to his feet but he seems not to be able to walk as his frame falls on me. With the biggest and strongest of my strength, I help drag his heavy frame carefully to the wooden frame of the bed so he can lie his back against the bed's frame and still sits on the floor.

"You're here with me." I hear his low voice says. His three-selves are here.

"Where's the first aid kit?" I ask. Since Lucas said, no treatment is working on him. At least since I can touch him, I should try to change the bandage on his wounded stomach to another.

His other free hand point to the cabinet near the bed. "It's in there." He says and I nod.

Quickly, I open the draft and take out the aid kit. Getting back to him, I use my teeth to tear off the nylon that's embedding the bandage and cottons, totally forgetting that there's a scissor present.

I tear off part of the cotton and wipe them, slowly against his stomach. He wince a bit as I take more cottons to wipe off the thick blood. Then, I take the bandage at last after cleaning away the blood.

This should help him in the least, to get better.

"Thanks." He murmur.

I look up to meet his bit squinting eyes while still holding the bandage and say. "Thanks too."

He smiles at me and ask next. "What did she do to you?" He refers to Pallas.

"Nothing." I calm him. Well, I can't recall much.

When I drop my gaze to help fix the bandage, I realize that he'll need to fully take off his shirt, so I can place it well because he's currently just holding his shirt up a little.

"You'll need to take off your shirt." I say, pressing my lips together into a thin line.

He smirks devilishly. His predatory self is back on the move. "You could have said it directly that you just want to see my body."

"No, I don't want to." I lie. Utterly lied. I actually want to see him but normally, I just wanted to place the bandage on him neatly.

He manages to unclip some buttons before he groans again. "I think, you'll have to do the remaining."

What?! Don't freak out Ana. "Okay." I say. Pull yourself together Ana. You've never touched him before. What if you freak out seeing his energies and start to go into heat? What if you can't control the need for his body to be near yours? Tiny voices mumbles together in my head.

I can do this. I've seen him before but isn't it just a body?

"You're gonna do it or what? Seriously, I can't do this myself." He says, his eyes closed as small beads of sweat are on his forehead.

I take few breaths. He doesn't seem to know the much effect he has on me.

My hands walk up again and unclip the rest of the buttons. As soon as I see his bare chest, I gasp.

Streams and streams of lights, known as energies swim round his body, illuminating it, wonderfully. He looks like a god. Like a shining god in humanly form. He's too stunning and the word, handsome is an understatement for his beauty.

His bare chest consist of this inviting energies but they're low and dim. I think this represent his weakness.

They should be shining as I have once seen them but not to this close proximity though. I'm opposite him, on my knees and my eyes are fixated onto his heavenly body.

I don't know when but soon, my hands are on his chest, brushing past the light and I find myself smiling.

They tickle amusingly as my palm touch them. Their temperature is a bit warm and their composition is cosy and inviting.

They stream from his neck but they aren't that noticeable there probably because he's weak, then they stream down to his muscular chest down to his physique v-line and down his waist. I'm not quite sure if they go down but I don't think they get to his feet. They'll most likely stop around his waist.

Looking up at this wondrous body again, I see Adrian looking at me with an undecipherable gaze that somewhat show hungriness. His voice snapping me off drooling. "I knew it. You just wanted to watch me." He pause and tsk, somewhat erotically. "You should ha...fuck, Ana!" He yells and I laugh, this time devilishly.

I press the bandage against his stomach harshly to shut him up and thankfully, it did.

"I was just saying the real fact, you don't have to punish me."

"I think, I have to. You need to shut up." I say, faking anger but he just smirk continuously while I finish with bandaging him.

"You like it?" He teases further about his body as he shakes his hefty chest, causing them to jump up and down. I try my best not to drool over him.

"If you don't stop, I'm going to press that wound, one more time." I threaten which only makes him laugh more and more.

His laugh are contactable because I find myself laughing too. We soon go into silence, neither one of us talking.

In the meantime, I check those sweet body again.

His middle finger land onto my right cheek benignantly and I lightly release a gasp. Nevertheless, he heard it and a twitch comes up the side of his lips.

Then, that magical middle finger goes to my hair, stroking the strands from my face. This time, I look at him.

Both of our facial expression is serious. I stare into his glowing hazel eyes as they drink me into their everlasting holes. They sup me up, draining me into their perfection. I'm lost into their bewilderingness. They are too perfect and mysterious for my humanly understanding.

He stares at my hair which his hands are now brushing. Those soft yet strong hands dress my hair to the other side, past my neck. My head tilt so my hair can fall to the other side.

Adrian looks at me now, his predatory self is out. His lethal three-selves are out and they're now looking at me, searching for my soul.

My mind disrupt into thousands and one thoughts of what his selves can do to me. What his feather-like lips can do to my body.

I've never lose my virginity since the king of all benders rules forbids it for instructors to force us into sexual assault. Until, you're chosen to be an emit, dator, emunctor lactis, or slave. No bender in the academy should dare touch you.

But for Adrian, he gives me the reason to want to think this way. He gives me the emotions to want to do it. I've never want to give out my body, even not to humans but Adrian destroyed that wall I've built. He made me want to think about it.

Before I know it, I'm standing on my knees, leaning closer to his face. His hands support me as I take my knee and cross it over his body.

Then, I rest my butt on his thighs as we're still looking at each other, never breaking the intense eyes contact.

"Ana?" His voice is low, dangerously low.

The next I feel in the next ticking second after which he talks, is my lips crashing into his.

His mouth open widely, welcoming me in and devouring my mouth as if they were his favourite juice.

Heat waves erupt inside of me, before they explode into tiny tingles that tickles my folds. I moan to his mouth and his hands grip my waist.

They push me back and forth, and instinctively, I start to aid his hands, straddling him back and forth.

His masculine tone vibrates through the kiss as our body gives each other the sexual needs.

I'm in the world of utopia, my surrounding seems to go into extinction as I seem to forget that we're in our tattered room.

Everything's gone into a void and we're the only thing that matters inside this particular room.

We manage not to break the kiss, devouring each other like it's the last time we'd do in our now perfect lives. We continue to try to breath into each other's mouth and its fantastic.

I moan louder into his mouth and his grip on me tightens. My eyes close, tightening shut their windows into imagining thousand dirty thoughts.

I whine the moment he pulls back, but soon close my eyes again when another heat waves of pleasure hits me hard in the pit of my stomach. His lips, those wondrous lips take my body.

They suck, leaving erotic marks on each part of my body which they suck. My head goes back at this action and my hands clasp his bare chest.

Every part of his being makes me wonder. They are too much for me. I want him in a way that can never be possible. The anxiety is killing me, trapping my thinking. He will be the end of me, that's for sure. No deny.

His mouth continue their beautiful assaults. They latch on my neck, swimming and going down to my shoulder. I almost yell his name when he sucks a part near the corner of my neck to my shoulder.

It's most likely my collarbone. They tickles like crazy and I shudder uncontrollably, especially when his breath fans onto the area.

I'm lost. I'm drained into his world. I can't reject anything he says to me, right now.

My voice breaks. I want to say something but it's an impossibility. He's got my tongue. I force those words out at last.

"Feed from me, Adrian." I moan. My hands leave his chest that they were stroking before and stuck themselves into his long hair. I ruffle them and pull the strands in a way that I hope deep down in me, that I don't cause him pain instead.

I've never done this before, so I guess I'm not used to how things are done. I'm just following my instinct and few things I've learned in the dators class.

"Ana?" He start to say but I cut him off.

"Feed from me, Adrian. I want you." My head lower to touch his. Our forehead touches one another as we share each other heavy breaths. He's gasping for air as much as I am.

Our body still continue their motions, straddling continuously against each other as now, his hands are gripping my a**.

As they press my a**, I immediately bolt up from his body. His moving thighs makes me shudder, as they touch my over-wet folds from under. I'm sure he'd be feeling my moist essence.

"Are you sure, Ana? Please think well." He warns me. Even though my body has drown deep down into his heavenly gifted body, I still manage to think about it.

If we do this, I know there's no going back. This means, he'll be a part of me. But hasn't he always be a part of me? Ever since we met. He's always been a very part of me that can't be thrown away.

I've always been attracted to him in a way that I didn't want to acknowledge or believe. This is it.

"Feed from me, Adrian. You need to heal." I say from our close proximity. I open my eyes to see him staring at me. "You need to heal." He grabs my waist the more. "Please feed, Adrian."

The moment the word comes off my mouth, his magical hand cup my face while the other goes to the back of my neck. They pull me close and next I feel is the hot scorching feeling that's not burning me in an excruciating way but in a pleasurable way.

He's the end of me.

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