The Feed

Liliana Roslyn's POV.

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 not burning me in an excruciating way but in a pleasurable way.

He's the end of me.

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Liliana Roslyn's POV.

Adrian's magnetic hands hold me in position. One of his hand is gripping the back of my neck, never letting me go while his other hand is holding my frame by my jaw as if, if he let go, I'd pull away.

He's got me clipped, the moment he places back his tasteful mouth onto mine again. His saliva seeps into my mouth as mine seep into his. We're currently sharing each other's body.

His plump lips take mine closely and he licks them like flavours. His teeth gently bits down onto my pink lips, sending tingles of rushing sensation throughout my body which finally burst into tickles in my wet core and I moan his name into his mouth.

I can feel the powerfulness of his three-selves, lurking into my soul. They take my energies in the most desirable and inviting way.

Warmness engulfs me and the way he's feeding from me is like I never thought possible. All the times, I've seen a bender feed, it usually would involve pain. Well, except when commander Oliver feed during the meeting.

I think, benders can actually make their feeding session less painful or thoroughly painless as Adrian's.

The way Adrian's feeding from me through the kiss makes my body yearn for him, progressively more.

My mind, soul and body doesn't seem to want to reject if he wish to drain me dry till the last dripping drop.

The pleasure, his body provides through the feeding tells me that he'll never want to hurt me intentionally. Arising brightness of light makes me open my eyes as Adrian breaks the kiss.

I almost whine but shortly after, he's planted another pecks of kisses to the sensitive spot around my collarbone. I shiver in response and my toes curl behind me. My brain losses its function for a brief moment as his breaths fans onto me.

In the very next second, he's continued feeding and exploring my upper body. Each time his lips land on my skin, twinkles of energies zap from me to him.

He trails kisses down my collarbone to my breastbone but stop when he gets to the upper skin of my breast where my cloth start from. I can tell, even with my tightly shut eyes that's rolled to the back of my head. He wants to take off my cloth and explore my body to the very last adventure it could bring.

He's fighting himself to keep in check. He pulls away a bit, his glowing hazel eyes, boring into my blue ones as he says, huskily. "We can't get enough of you."

The moment, his three-selves says this sentence, I hear a cracking sound followed by a coolness around my back. Hissing sound follow before I yell out his name, all of the sudden in such a way that I subconsciously thought that the windows would break.

His hands grow ice on their fingers, making them look like talons before he dips them into my flesh. The ripping sound that my skin makes as those ice fingers pierce into me does not go unheard.

I yell more when billions of tons of surges passes from my spine into the veins in his hands and then into his body. His monster is raging its wrath of affection on me. His bivatar is raining its purpose of creation on me.

He takes his fill. His full fill. Those numerous twinkles of energies beams into him and when my eyes snap open, I see his once, dim, streams of energies brightens up.

The intensity of them rises. He continues to take his fill and now, the pleasures are turning into pain. An excruciating kind.

The warmness, his body provides me is turning into a hurtful scorching type. He's feeding abruptly.

I put my hands away from his hair and bang them against his chest.

"Adrian." I strain, uncomfortably as the pain is rising. My blood feels like it's being stained with the dark mercury. Prickles of an unknown sensation itch my skin in a way that I can't make them stop.

He's hurting me without realizing. "Stop, Adrian!" I beat his chest more with my fist.

His eyes only glows more, my spine pains me more and more and I feel myself losing stability.

"Please, stop Adrian." My fist is unclenching. I'm getting weaker. He's taking his fill too much. His beings for human death has taken over his existence.

"You're hurting me, Adrian." My beating slows and I pant more, heaving and forcing myself to breath.

My cries flow freely from the pain and that he doesn't seem to know he's hurting me. Its as if he's in a trance. Iced fingers of his only dips in,  progressively more while I loss my strengths. It's to no avail, fighting him. He has to stop it himself.

Since I'm sitting on his thighs, I feel myself descending and the pain start to lessen.

Finally, when I let go as I had once thought that he'd be the end of me. At that very second, I relax and give him way to finish me. His familiar, masculine, and husky voice says to me as I'm laying against his chest that's moving ups and downs from his rapid breathing.

"Open your mind to me, Ana."

Without any hesitation, my body do as he command. I relax, dropping my head on his chest and letting him read through me.

The once mental molten fire burns down into hard rocks that traps me more into his frame. Pleasure arose me once again.

But it didn't last long since he's feed too much and all in the process, I don't think I regretted anything he's done even though some involves pain. From the pain, I received from him, I realize that if I should feel free and relax around him, see past his barbarism and truly accept him, he'd take those pain that I thought he's afflicting on me away, refilling them with pleasures and comfortability.

My head rest fully against his beating chest before my lids finally shut. My breathing relaxes, lowering and starting to normalize. His jaw rest against my head and his hand brush my hair. This is the moment. This is us. This is the best situation I could ever wish to be in when with Adrian- the king of all benders.

I sigh in total bliss when his manly voice says. "Rest, Ana." I nod my head and walk up my hand to rest on his arm while the other rest on his hair, ruffling them a little before I pull the strands which earns me an approval seductive groan from his vibrating throat. I doze off at last within his heavenly touch.

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