**WARNING**!!!

THIS CHAPTER WILL HAVE MATURE CONTENT! If you can not handle mature, sexual scenes DO NOT READ.

And Dri and Lark don't look anything like those two BTW^^ :D

Hey guys! SO I haven't been able to type anything recently, been helping my family again. I'm giving y'all this chapter to hold everyone over until I can update again. It's going to be another few days! Work has also given me more stuff to do ugh. 

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Chapter 19

       The nightmare was back. I couldn't escape them, no matter how badly I wanted to. There was fire everywhere, hot flames scourging my skin as I ran for my life. Large, strong wings flapped in the distance. There was screaming, and only too late did I realize that it was my own. I could feel the heat folding around me, could feel the fire burn into my flesh. And those eyes were everywhere.

       I woke screaming, my head splitting open in pain as I tried to slap the fire away.

       "Hey! Hey, it's okay." Dri's voice cut through the vicious pounding in my skull, and those warm hands were suddenly pulling mine from their brutal grip in my hair.

       "It hurts!" I gasped. My skin felt like I stepped into a furnace, and it was nearly impossible trying to suck in a deep breath.

       It was Wednesday night, barely a few hours after my little run in with Luke's friends. I should have known I couldn't escape my subconscious for long. I had been doing so well too. No dreams, not even those erotically charged ones.

       "You need to relax." Adriel's low voice ordered, but it didn't help the tremors racking through my body. "It's okay." His hands were cupping my face, his strong thumbs brushing the panic away as I tried to calm down. "Just work through it, Lark. That's it." My breath was stuttering as I forced air down my throat. I could barely make out his dark blue, concerned gaze as I blinked viciously.

       "That's my girl." He soothed softly as those strong hands coaxed the pain away. It was working, he was working, and the fire burning my lungs slowly faded. The pounding in my head took a little longer to follow.

       "Dri..." I rasped as I fell into his strong bare chest. His arms immediately went around my waist and scooped me close, and one of his hands reached up to hold my head against him.

       "It's alright, I got you. I always got you." He murmured into the quiet room, his warm touch chasing away the horrors of that nightmare. The bedroom door was closed, and the only light came from the one in my closet and the moon through my windows.

       "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked softly a moment later as his hand brushed down my hair. I shook my head and pressed further into him. I didn't want to talk about it. I just wanted him to hold me and erase those awful images from my head.

       We sat like that for a moment longer before I decided that wasn't enough. I pulled away only to wrap my arms tightly around his neck. He chuckled quietly into my ear, his strong embrace wrapping firmly around my torso as I super-glued myself to him. Nothing could get me when he was there. Or, at least, I could pretend nothing ever could.

       He dropped a soft kiss onto the bare skin of my shoulder, then another on my spaghetti strap. "It will be okay, sweet girl." Adriel's voice was a soft whisper as his warm lips pressed against my skin. Electric tingles shot straight through my body at the action.

       I tried not to shutter as his warm hands traveled slow paths up and down my back. I only had the thin material of my tank-top on, and I could feel the heat of his touch against my skin. It made those hot lonely parts of my body, that desperately wanted him, quake. My arms loosened their tight grip around his neck so my hands could run slowly over his strong shoulders. I traced the intricate design of his tattoo, my fingers so small in comparison to his large arm.

       I really should not have been doing that, especially with how intensely I reacted whenever we got too 'touchy' with each other. But I was upset, he wasn't wearing a shirt and his muscles were practically begging to be explored. He wasn't being any better either. Those soft, warm lips of his were tracing a path of slow kisses across my shoulder and up my neck. My breath caught in my throat as those touches sent bolts of lightening straight through me. I wasn't planning on stopping him though. I doubt my body would have let me even if I tried.

       One of his hands was curling into my long dark hair, the other slowly traveling down the length of my back. "Larkin..." He murmured when those kisses reached my ear. There wasn't a question in his voice, just my name slipping endearingly from his lips as my fingers trailed softly over the lines of his muscles.

        "Hm...?" I asked in a daze. All the pain from the dream had faded away but was being quickly replaced by a different kind. It was the same as the first time. I wanted him. More than I wanted anything. It was practically wavering on need at this point.

       "I'm not so sure this is a good idea." Adriel's voice was low and dark in my ear, and it did absolutely nothing to help the little situation I was having in my underwear. It also didn't help that his strong hand had slipped underneath the bottom of my tank top and was slowly rubbing along my bare skin. "You didn't want us to do this." My breath caught in my throat as his thumb brushed the side of my breast, and then trailed slowly away again.

       "I know." But that didn't stop my hands from trailing over his oh-so-yummy arms. And then I felt it. That hard member beneath his boxers that hit between my legs in just the right way. I couldn't hide the moan that tore from my lips as I pressed my body down onto his. All false pretenses that we weren't going to do this went straight out the window.

       The hand he had in my hair was suddenly ripping me away from our 'hug' and his mouth crashed against my own. My hands instantly went to his hair, and my fingers curled into those dark locks as his lips ravished mine. His free hand moved until it could grip tightly on the back of my knee and pulled me so roughly down against him that the impact forced out a gasp. Dri didn't waste any time. His tongue slipped easily past my lips and he was pushing me back against the bed before I had a chance to think.

       I didn't want to think though. I didn't want to stop this. I needed this. Needed him. He always made the nightmares go away. Always made the bad disappear. And always made me crave him. "Fuck, you're so damn beautiful, Lark." He took his lips back long enough to say before his tongue was back to conquering mine. Yeah, definitely conquering. His mouth moved like I wanted his body to.

       I pushed off the bed to try and kiss him harder, but he only let out a disapproving noise and shoved me back down. One of his hands was on the back of my knee, holding my leg up against his waist as his other tugged almost viciously at the end of my tank top. "Off." He broke away to growl and started dragging the tank up my body. I raised my arms without a fight—like I was going to stop this—and let him drag the fabric over my head.

       Those bright blue eyes raked hungrily down my body, stopping briefly on my breasts before traveling down my stomach to gaze at the purple bikini underwear I wore to bed. "These are cute. I hate them." He snapped the elastic on the undies, leaving a sharp sting against my skin. I wasn't going to argue with him, not if that meant he would take them off soon. I rested my hands against his strong biceps as that gaze traveled slowly back up my torso.

       Adriel made a low, rough sound in the back of his throat before dropping his head slowly down to my chest. "Oh Angel, you shouldn't let me do this." He murmured against my skin, that dark tone gone for a moment as he kissed the valley between my breasts. And then his hot mouth was wrapping around one hard point and I lost it.

       "Dri..." I moaned into the silence of the room as the sensation of him lightly sucking went straight through me. His dark chuckle against my skin sent shock waves through my system and left me cold when he pulled away.

       "I love your little moans." Dri muttered against my skin as he traced gentle kisses up my neck.

       Then his lips were back on mine and all I could focus on was how his tongue started mouth-fucking mine. Until that grip on the back of my knee tightened and he rocked against the center between my thighs. I gasped as he rubbed against me through the fabric of our underwear. He did it again, and again, until I was on the verge of begging him just to rip the fucking clothes off and get inside me. He knew I wanted him too, if that dark smile pulling on his lips against my own was anything to go by.

       "You're not supposed to do this to me you know." He murmured against my lips as that hand of his left the back of my knee to travel a slow aching path up my thigh. "I'm supposed to take care you." His strong fingers curled into the edges of my purple underwear, both thumbs brushing softly against the skin beneath.

       "You are." I pushed through gritted teeth. If he didn't fucking do something about the mess between my legs in the next ten seconds, I was going to lose my ever-loving mind. His dark laugh did naughty things to my insides. Then those hands started slowly guiding the thin material over and down my thighs, until it was just a piece of useless cloth hanging from his fingertips. He tossed it to the floor, those blue eyes glittering with something dark.

       "Hm..." Adriel hummed to himself, his gaze washing over my naked skin as his hands slowly followed their ravishing path. "I'm never going to get used to this." His mouth dropped to my belly button, then the spot between my breasts, then finally pressed against my lips. "You sure you want this, Lark?" He asked softly, his hard thumbs rolling over each of my nipples until I arched my back in ecstasy.

       "I hate when you ask me that." I gasped breathlessly against his lips, which only pulled into that stupid smirk.

       "That's only the second time I've asked you that." His fingers were still playing with my breasts, but those strong legs of his were prying mine open until I was completely at his disposal.

       "Well, stop." I panted and let my own fingers curl into the waist band of his boxers as his fell to my waist. He raised a dark eyebrow as I started pushing them over and down his hips.

       "Eager much?"

       "You ripped my clothes off first."

       He laughed, and the sound did nothing to cool the heat raging through my veins. "That was not ripping." Then his mouth lowered to mine and his teeth bit sharply into my lower lip. The small sting went straight between my legs. "I can show you ripped, Lark." I didn't doubt it, but I also didn't care. Not right then at least. I just kept easing his boxers down until that part of him I desperately wanted was freed.

       He finished taking the useless material off as my eyes zeroed in on him. There was that tinge of fear, like before, but it quickly disappeared. Adriel wouldn't hurt me, he didn't last time, and I doubted it would now. My eyes closed in pure pleasure when those strong fingers brushed lightly over my clit. "Oh my God..." I moaned as his fingers slipped even lower, every single sensation shooting through my body all at once. His dark chuckle followed.

       And then one of those strong fingers was pushing inside me and I about lost it. "Adriel!" He was smiling, his usual dark eyes bright as the started pumping slowly into me.

       "Mm, you're wet, Lark."

       "I know, you dick." I panted breathlessly as that finger kept its slow torturous pace.

       "That's not very nice." He teased, but I didn't care. My legs were trying to push my hips up against his hand, but his free one held my waist firmly against the bed.

       "Dri!"

       "Yes?"

       "Stop messing around." I was close to sobbing—to begging him to just take me. He knew it too.

       "Is there something you want, Larkin?"

       "Yes!'

       "You have to use your words, beautiful. I can't give you what you want if you don't tell me." His words were teasing, but that voice only added to the pressure building between my legs, one that steady pumping finger was doing nothing to ease. My fingers grasped tightly at his strong shoulders, my nails sinking into the hard muscle.

       "I want... I want..." I gasped as his thumb suddenly brushed over that bundle of nerves and sent electricity shooting through my entire body.

       "What do you want?" His voice was in my ear, his lips pressing soft kisses against my jaw.

       "You. Inside me. Please."

       "See? I told you that you only had to say so."

       I wanted to snap at that cocky arrogance in his tone, but then his finger was slipping easily away, and those strong hands were pulling my thighs further apart before I could. "I'm not planning on going easy on you this time, Lark."

       "I don't want you to."

       Those blue eyes flashed, and a dark smirk pulled slowly on his lips. "Mm, you're going to regret saying that."

       I would have thought of something witty to say, except those strong hands pushed my thighs as far apart as they could go, and he was slowly sinking into me before I could. All rational thought flew from my mind and I gasped as that length of his stretched me more than I thought possible. His large hands kept my waist pinned to the bed until he had sunk in as far as he could.

       "Hands up." He ordered on a low growl and I automatically reached my hands above my head. "Good girl." My thighs clenched at the little bit of praise. I might have fought him in all aspects of daily life, but I thrived on the complete control he demanded during sex.

       He made sure my legs were how he wanted them wrapped around his waist before reaching up with one hand to grip tightly at both of my wrists—keeping them pinned above my head. Then he was moving, and the sensation made my body shake. He rocked inside me, his pace slowly increasing with each thrust. I wanted to rip my hands away from his and wrap them tightly around his shoulders or thread my fingers into his hair and ride out the pleasurable waves, but he refused to let go.

       His free hand was gripping tightly at my waist, his fingers sinking into my skin as his tempo increased. "Dri..." I groaned into the musky air as he started retreating all the way, then shoving completely back in.

       "Yeah, Lark. Moan my name." He leaned down against me, his hand still wrapped tightly around mine as his mouth pressed against my lips. I moaned against his tongue as his body did to mine what I had been begging it to all night. I could feel the pressure build with each thrust, and that hand on my waist was slowly slipping between our two bodies until his thumb could rub against my clit.

       And then he thrust in at the same time his fingers pinched my clit and his teeth bit my lip and the world behind my eyelids exploded. Heat and electricity raced through my veins as I rode out the orgasm against his pulsing length. I hadn't realized he had stopped moving and raised off me until I came down from the high and could finally blink my eyes open. He was gazing down at me, those blue eyes warm as his lips pulled into a small smile. Then I had to ruin the moment.

       "I thought you said you weren't going to go easy?"

       That gaze flashed and his smile turned into a deadly smirk. "Oh, sweet girl. You're cute." Then both of his hands were on my waist and he was pulling out long enough to roughly flip me over.

       "Oof, Adriel!" I shrieked at the aggressive maneuver, but he was gripping onto my thighs and pulling me flush against him before I had time to register. He pressed my torso down onto the bed but pulled my waist up until he could slip easily back inside.

       "Hold on to the blankets, Angel. You're going to need it."

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       "So much for a one-time thing." I grumbled a while later as we lay exhausted on my bed. My body was thrown lazily across his, my right leg cradled between the two stone ones of his while my head rested against his hard chest. My hand gently traced the intricate design of his tattoo.

       He grunted as one strong hand ran gently over my bare back and down my side. Goosebumps followed his touch. "I never liked that idea anyway." Dri grumbled before tilting his head to press a kiss against the top of my hair.

       "You suggested it."

       "Because you didn't know how to handle it." He pinched my ass in emphasis. I slapped his chest.

       "That hurt." I groaned and reached behind me to rub the sore butt cheek. His chest shook beneath me with quiet laughter.

       "Good."

       "Ass hole."

       "I can fuck that too if you want."

       "Adriel!" I gasped and slapped his chest again, this time harder. His laughter echoed around the room.

       "I'm joking, Larkin." His voice was dark as he chuckled, and his arms wrapped tighter around my waist when I tried to pull away. I settled back against him reluctantly as he pinned me against him. Well, not really reluctantly but he was still a vulgar piece of shit. "I mean, I will if you want me to—"

       "Oof." I tried to jerk away, but he just held on tighter and kept laughing.

       "Kidding, kidding. Sorry, you're just so easy."

       "You're a jerk."

       "True, but I'm a jerk you want to sleep with." I would have argued with him if he wasn't so damn right. I grumbled when he rolled us over until my back was pressed against the mattress, and those dark eyes could gaze down at me. That amused laughter slowly faded away.

       "I don't want this to be another one-time thing." Adriel admitted softly, as one of those strong hands reached up to gently trace my bottom lip.

       "Well, it's not like the first time worked out so well." I mumbled and gestured towards our naked bodies. Those insanely soft, smexy lips pulled up slightly at the corners and his fingers trailed gently over my jaw. "What do you want?" I asked as those blue eyes just continued to gaze down at me.

       "I want..." He paused and glanced away, that admittedly skillful tongue flicking out to lick his kiss-swollen lips. "To do this whenever we want." I reached up to gently trace the strong outline of his stomach as he spoke.

       "I do too. I'm just worried that—"

       "That it will change everything, yeah, I know. But I already told you I won't let that happen." He gripped onto my chin and pulled my face up to his. "Has anything changed since the first time?" I nodded even though I knew he wanted me to say 'no'. He raised a dark eyebrow, his fingers still gripping my chin. "What?"

       I shrugged and gestured between us, even though there wasn't much space. "I want to do this all the time now." That smirk took over his features once again and he leaned down to nip at my bottom lip.

       "Don't act like you didn't want to do that before."

       I frowned and went to cross my arms defiantly over my bare chest, but his strong hand stopped me. "You're one to talk." I grumbled as he leaned down again and started nipping gently along my jaw. Those godawful tingles were starting in my stomach, and I had to physically force my hands from reaching up and pulling his hips down against mine.

       "I never said I was." His voice was a dark murmur in my ear, but his hands were gentle as they left hot trails across my skin. I couldn't keep my back from arching as they rubbed slowly down my sides. "The only thing that is going to change," Dri started softly as that mouth left warm, wet kiss down my neck. "Is how good you're going to feel every morning."

       "Every morning?" He raised his head at the question in my voice, but that smirk didn't waiver.

       He shrugged. "Or whenever you want. Doesn't matter the least bit to me." He leaned down and pressed a short soft kiss to my lips before pulling away. "Or we could not have sex again. Totally your choice." He leaned away with that, like he was actually going to leave.

       I made a noise of disapproval in the back of my throat and wrapped my legs around his waist, keeping him right where I wanted him. He raised that eyebrow again, his blue eyes dark as he leaned back down to me. "Do you know how gorgeous you are?" Dri suddenly murmured as my arms reached up to wrap tightly around his neck.

       "Mhm." I teased as his lips went back to kissing my jaw, even though my heart fluttered at his words. He let out a dark chuckle.

       "What do you want, Lark?" He asked quietly a moment later, all humor and sarcasm drained from his tone. I wanted what I always wanted. Him.

       "I want you." He smiled at my words, and those teasing hands traced slowly over my thighs that I still had wrapped around his naked waist. "And I don't want to lose you."

       His brow furrowed, but he didn't pull away. "I already told you that you never will."

       "Yeah, that's all fine and dandy now, but what about when you get bored of having sex with me and then everything really does change?"

       His blue eyes widened, and he pulled slightly away. "Bored? You think I'm going to get bored of sleeping with you?"

       I rolled my eyes at his incredulous tone. "Yeah, people get bored of sleeping with others all the time."

       "I'm never going to get 'bored' of sleeping with you."

       "Easy to say now." I grumbled as I dropped my gaze to the dark tattoo covering his entire arm.

       "No, nuh uh, don't do that." That bossy tone was back, and his strong fingers grabbed ahold of my chin once again. "Is that what you've been so worried about? Me getting 'bored' of you?" It made me sound so clingy when he said it like that, but that didn't make it any less true. I shrugged and that blue gaze narrowed. "You're ridiculous." Adriel grumbled, but his lips were warm and gentle as they pressed against mine.

       "That doesn't answer anything." I muttered when he pulled away. He rolled his eyes.

       "I'm not going to get bored of you, ever. You're stuck with me, Angel." 

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Let's not kid ourselves, we all knew she wasn't going to last long ^^

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