Y'all that literally looks like Adriana and Harry up there ^^^

This chapter made my heart cry and pretty much has the most beautiful smut I have ever written and I worked rlly hard and it's long so pls show some love and COMMENT.

And excuse errors with grammar and language and shizzzzz !!

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But you'll never be alone

I'll be with you from dusk till dawn

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"Papa?"

  "Quoi?" Adriana's father snapped drunkenly, making the little girl cower a little in fright. What.

   "Did you-Did you get me cake for my-my birthday?" Adriana questioned, staring up at him with big eyes.

  "I'm not spending money on fucking cake, Adriana," her father scoffed loudly, making her pout sadly, heart falling in her chest.

   "But-but it's my birthday! You have to be nice," Adriana wanted to cry, clutching her Simba toy to her chest with a sad expression on her face. "Papa I want cake!"

   "Adriana," her father warned lowly, standing up from his seat on the sofa to get another beer. Adriana then clung to his leg and started crying loudly, sad that no one paid attention to her on her birthday.

   "Papa! Je veux du gateau!" she sobbed tearfully. Her loud crying woke Adrielle up who appeared sleepily at the entrance of the living room. (I want cake!)

  Her eyes widened at the sight of Adriana clinging to her father's leg, gaze flickering to Papa whose face contorted with anger and irritation. Adrielle dove forwards to get Adriana away from him, but she was too late as their father grabbed Adriana roughly by the hair, causing her to screech loudly. Adrielle watched in horror as her father backhanded Adriana, the 'slap' echoing throughout the house. Her father let go of Adriana, tossing her like a rag doll, causing Adriana to wail loudly. She touched her reddened cheek, crying hysterically due to the throbbing pain and the swelling that was starting to occur.

   "Adrielle, shut her up," her father grunted, before he disappeared from the living room and into the kitchen.

  Adrielle quickly rushed over to Adriana who was clutching her Simba toy, crying desolately for someone to take the pain away. Adrielle sighed pitifully, helping her sister up and taking her to the room. She left Adriana in the room momentarily to grab an ice bag from the fridge, before rushing back into the room and pressing it against her cheek. Adriana jerked back sharply, shaking her head at the ice bag with her thumb popped into her mouth.

   "C-C'est trop froid," she whimpered with a sniffle. (It's too cold)

   "It will stop paining if you do this," Adrielle said in an irritated tone, forcefully pressing her ice bag against Adriana's cheek. "Why did you ask Papa for cake? You know he won't buy you any."

   "But-But you always get cake for your birthday," she sniffled with a pout.

   "Yes but you were troubling Papa, if you didn't do that he wouldn't have hit you," Adrielle snapped lightly, making Adriana let out a tiny sob.

   "I want Maman," Adriana whimpered sadly, making Adrielle roll her eyes.

   "Maman's not here Adriana, and it's because of you. Maman died on this day because of you."

   "Adriana?"

  Adriana broke out of the trance she was in when she heard Harry calling her name from outside the bathroom. She turned the shower off, and stepped out of the tub, trying to push away her pervious birthday memories as she wrapped a towel around her body. She couldn't help but remember all the shitty birthdays she had when thinking about how great this one was. She couldn't help but also think about how her birthday was also her mother's death anniversary.

  She opened the door, revealing Harry standing there, all dressed up and ready for the night. He looked undoubtedly handsome, firm body clad in a classy black suit, white shirt and black necktie. His hair was trimmed and gelled back to perfection, with rings heavy and expensive on his fingers and shoes Gucci as always. Adriana forced herself to smile at him, making him grin back at her even though a small part of him felt like she was mildly upset. But he didn't question her on it because he didn't want to upset her further since it was her birthday and he wanted her to enjoy the night.

   "You okay, love?" Harry questioned, hand touching her damp cheek while she nodded confidently in response.

   "Yes, mi sol," she murmured to him, fingers cupping his chin and lips brushing his lightly. "I'll get ready real quick."

   "That's a lie," Harry chuckled lowly. "With all that new make up I got you, we'll probably miss the event due to you too busy playing with everything."

   "You know me so well," Adriana grinned cheekily. "Now tell me, what's this event we're going to, hmm?"

   "It's a surprise, my love," Harry told her. "You'll see soon enough."

  Harry left Adriana to do her make up and get changed. She kept her make up light and simple even though she had the urge to go all out with a heavy smoky eye look. She pulled on the faux leather jacket she got from Harry with fur lining and grabbed her clutch, taking a long look in the mirror. She almost couldn't recognize the woman she was gazing at. The woman who's finally getting her life put together. The woman who looked healthier and happier than the one she was a month ago. Adriana smiled and the woman smiled back.

   "Babe you ready?" Harry called out, peeking through the open door and finding Adriana standing in front of the mirror of her dresser.

  He stepped into the room and she turned around, making his mind go blank and jaw slacken a little. His hands cupped his cheeks and he grinned, unable to believe how beautiful Adriana looked that night. Adriana's heart thumped wildly in her chest at his reaction, lips pulling into a smile as Harry's cheeks flushed because he realized he was staring too much. Adriana walked towards him, swinging her arms around his shoulders, leaning in and pecking his lips playfully as he rested his hands on her hips.

   "How do I look, babe?"

   "I-I don't think my words can do justice in describing how beautiful you look tonight," he spoke honestly with a genuine worried expression, making her laugh lightly.

   "Aw baby," she murmured, stroking his cheek. "You're the sweetest."

  Harry kissed her again, before he made a strange noise against her lips when he remembered the timing of the event and that they were gonna be late if they didn't leave quickly. He pulled away and dragged her out of the room, with Mateo trailing behind them. They dropped him off at Jazmín's before they left the building. Harry was driving tonight, and he had pulled out his bone-white, Tesla Model S for the special night. Harry swung the car door open for Adriana, smiling at her sweetly. She patted his cheek, returning his smile and got into the car. Throughout the ride, Adriana tried to figure out where they were going, frowning as she stared out of the window.

   "Give me hints!" she pleaded a little, making him chuckle and shake his head.

   "No can do, princess," he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, fingers tapping against his thigh as he leaned back against the seat.

   "Are we getting close at least?" she asked him, making him smile and nod.

  After a few more minutes, Adriana began to recognize the street they were on, making her heart race in her chest. She gazed out of the window with wide dark eyes as they neared one of the most famous theaters in the city.

   "This is where the event is? The David H. Koch Theater?" Adriana gaped loudly, eyes lingering on the beautiful white building with massive windows, golden light spilling from them.

   "Yep," Harry said, popping the 'p' with a cheeky grin, before he added smoothly, "heard Swan Lake was your favorite ballet."

   "No," Adriana whispered lowly, before she started getting giddy and excited. "We're going to see Swan Lake? Harry! Seriously?"

  Harry turned to smile at her as confirmation, making her lips part and eyes grow wide. She hadn't watched ballet in a very long time, especially in a place like the David H. Koch Theater. It's been a while since she had been in that sort of atmosphere, with all the sophisticated-looking people in the fancy, beautiful setting with incredible music and dancing. She was giddy and bouncing in her seat, unbelievable excited for the show. Harry was happy that she was pleasantly surprised, and excited for the show. He wanted to treat her well, and he wanted to take her somewhere meaningful so she could remember the night for years.

  Adriana curled her arm around Harry's bicep, as they walked towards the entrance of the theatre. Soon enough they were in their seats, in the center orchestra section of the theatre, closest to the stage. Adriana felt a sense of nostalgia looking around, eyes focusing on the stunning chandelier above her head before looking at the orchestra. Before her eyes, she had a flashback of herself dancing on the stage she gazed at in front of her. She saw herself twirling gracefully with all eyes on her. She saw herself with Iris and Hadiya practicing in their tights and shrugs, and the rest of her New York City Ballet family. She tried not to feel too sad about not being a part of the company anymore, and instead focused on the show that was about to begin.

  As the show went on, Harry found his gaze drifting towards Adriana ever so often. He loved watching her facial expression morph into different ones due to the numerous emotions she was feeling. She was in awe some of the time, finding the dancers spectacular at what they were doing, as well as the live orchestra. He could tell that she was feeling a little sad and nostalgic, remembering the good old times where ballet dancing was her job and her passion. It was obvious that bringing her here to watch her favorite ballet of all time in a place where she had made so many precious memories meant a lot to her. 

  At the end of the show she was crying, dark eyes teary, hand gripping Harry's tightly. As they walked outside, Harry frowned a little at how quiet she was, wondering if she really did enjoy the show or not. He stopped her abruptly, standing in front of her and taking her face in his hands, concerned eyes washing over her face.

   "Baby, talk to me," he murmured ever so quietly, stroking her cheeks. "Did you not enjoy it? I-I thought you'd like it-"

   "Harry, I loved it," she whispered it him, emotion raw in her tone. Her words made him smile a little.

   "Then why do you look so sad?" he pouted a little.

   "I-It just reminded me of a lot of things," she told him, knowing the list was way too long to talk about. But she knew he wanted to hear it all. "Can we go somewhere else to talk?"

  Harry nodded in response, knowing a good spot for a midnight stroll. As he drove, he kept a hand on her thigh, thumb stroking the skin on the inside comfortingly. Every now and then he glanced at her, worried because of how evident it was that a million things were running through her mind due to watching the ballet. They arrived at the Battery Park pier, and strolled down the path, hand in hand, under the trees that had beautiful fairy lights decorating them. Harry looked up to part his lips and speak again.

   "Adriana, I really am sorry I made you upset," Harry said guiltily. "I really thought you'd be like happy at the end of the show and stuff."

   "Oh mi amor," Adriana sighed heavily, pulling him to sit down on a bench so that she can look at him properly. "I honestly loved it, you've made today so special, Harry. You've made me feel so loved, I can't thank you enough."

   "It's just that it reminded me of the passion and love I had for ballet," she sighed sadly. "I remembered watching the Barbie version of Swan Lake and wanting to be just like Odette. A pretty, ballerina," she sniffled a little while Harry gazed at her sympathetically. "I would practice twirling and all kinds of things when my father and sister wasn't around, and then as I got older I would work tiny jobs to pay for online ballet classes until I knew some form of ballet."

  She stopped momentarily because she knew she'd have to then talk about him and how he paid for a real teacher to help her learn properly when she was 18. How despite all the shit he did, he helped her in some way. She owed him and he always held her to that. Adriana just moved onto the other things watching the show tonight reminded her of. Harry didn't notice. She wasn't ready to talk about him. She probably never will be, in her eyes.

   "It also reminded me of the days when I was on that same stage, dancing for The Nutcracker and I played the Sugar Plum fairy," Adriana laughed a little, feel the tears slip. "I felt happy when I came to New York, even though I had a kid to take care of and barely any money, it turned out okay when I auditioned and got into the New York Ballet Company."

   "Adriana, that's incredible," Harry told her, even though he already knew pieces of this story from what she's told him.

   "Yeah, I-I loved dancing. It was the only thing other than the cocaine that helped me forget. That relieved the pain. But it wasn't enough," she said sadly. "My addiction came back and it f-fucked it all up. I fucked it up!"

   "Adriana, you couldn't help it," Harry tried to say, curling his arm around her shoulders and gently hauling her to his side. "Baby, I promise you when you get better, I'm gonna help you audition again. You're gonna quit your job at the Neon Demons and you're gonna be a profession ballet dancer again."

   "Y-You'll help me do that?" Adriana whispered with wide, teary eyes, ready to cry again because that's all she had ever wanted ever since she was a child but there was so much holding her back.

   "My love," Harry said firmly, cupping her cheeks. "I am willing to do anything and everything to make you happy. To make you be what you were born to be. A dancer. I saw it in you the first night I stepped into that club and saw you perform. I want nothing more than for you to do what makes you happy, and to help you battle whatever's stopping you from doing that. Baby girl, I want you regain that love and passion you lost for ballet dancing and become one once we beat those stupid demons that keep haunting you."

  Adriana was rendered speechless by Harry's words, diving forwards to hug him tightly because that was all she could manage to do. Harry smiled a little with a chuckle, hugging her back as he buried his face into the curve of her neck and shoulder, laying a kiss on the skin. He wanted to kiss her but he was hesitant, because it's been a while since they've done anything intimate.

  One of Adriana's withdrawal symptoms was the inability to experience sexual arousal. Even kissing put her off sometimes, and Harry would get frustrated because they would start and every time they did it he felt as if he was getting more from her, but it would all abruptly stop when she just doesn't feel like it. Nonetheless, he understood why it was happening and he was patient with her.

  But tonight, Adriana felt different. She felt happy, and she felt like for a second she wasn't trying to get over a cocaine addiction. She felt as if for tonight, she was normal, healthy and happy. She pulled back to cup Harry's cheek, gazing into his mesmerizing, jade eyes and smiling lovingly at him, nose touching his. Her lips brushed his before pressing firmly, hands firmly cupping his cheeks, lips molding gently over his. He parted his lips lightly and caught her lower one between his own plump ones; lips fitting like two puzzle pieces, made for one another.

  Adriana threw her legs over his knee to inch closer to him, feeling his arms wrap around her torso firmly, head tilting to kiss her deeply. She stroked his hair behind his ears, feeling his strong jaw move under the palm of her hand as Harry moved his tongue against hers sensually. They lips broke away for a breath of air, then joining again and breaking again briefly in small, sweet kisses. Adriana held his face in her hands as his nose brushed hers, foreheads resting against each other's, breaths fanning.

   "Adriana," Harry whispered ever so lowly.

   "Yeah?" Adriana murmured back in response with a smile.

   "Let me take you home, my love."

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   "Mi amor."

  Adriana's warm breath fanned against his rosy lips. Jade eyes searched for dark brown irises in the moonlight. His large hands slid around her back to hold him to her, feeling a strong sense of desire and urgency to take her right then and there. That night felt different. Their desire for each other was different because it wasn't only lustful, it was the intense need to love, and care, and reassure that they were there for one another for the rest of their days.

  Swollen lips brushed briefly. Ring-clad fingers fumbling with her dress. Delicate, soft hands undoing his pants and sliding his jacket off his shoulders. One by one, articles of clothing dropped to the floor with soft thuds before there was no more left. Their movements were slow when their gazes met, holding back just so that they could relish one another. His hands touched her warm skin, gliding over smooth hips and grasping them gently. She was tugged towards him, hands reaching out to cup his face, lips joining his in an urgent kiss. The edge of the bed touched the back of his knees, causing them to buckle and for him to sit down.

  Adriana straddled his lap, dark eyes searching for his again. Always searching for her sun. Always worried he'd disappear one day. Her heart sighed in relief when she saw the love in his eyes, lips spreading into a smile at the sight of him. So pure and innocent; gazing up at her with big, green eyes and a charming smile that graced his perfect lips. He looked at her with utmost love for her. For every single part of her. The pretty parts. The not so pretty parts. The parts he still has no knowledge of. He loved all of her, more than anything in the world. She loved him too, more than he could have ever imagined. Fate watched them through the window, and learnt this. Fate was cruel in determining the future for the pair of lovers, and for a second fate felt a pang of guilt.

  Adriana relished every kiss. She relished the man whose lap she was straddling. The man who made her feel precious, and beautiful. The man who loved her even when she revealed her true colors. Harry relished every kiss that was shared between them. He relished the woman who was straddling his lap, with her hands in his hair and soft breasts were pressed against his hard chest. He relished the strong woman whom he admired oh so much for enduring an incredibly difficult journey up to where she was now, with him. He relished her enthralling beauty, her accepting, and kind nature that allowed him to be whom he wanted to be, sexually. The woman that helped him feel sexually liberated.  

  Adriana pressed her palms against his chest and pushed him down against the bed slowly as she worked her lips down his neck. Her feet touched the floor as her lips travelled down the sharp planes of his chest, brushing every tattoo he had with a loving kiss. Her knees bent as she crouched down before him, kissing down his heavy length that laid flat against his stomach. Her hands slid against the warm skin of his thighs, wet lips kissing down the pink flesh of his erect cock, emitting suckling noises while doing so. Harry shuddered at the warmth that spread across the velvety skin of his member, eager to feel her tongue and warm insides of her mouth around him.

   "Adriana," he whispered desperately, hand moving to touch her cheek.

  Her eyes gazed deep into his, leaning further into his touch as his thumb hovered over her lips. It barely touched her lips before she had them parted and wrapped around his thumb. Her fingers mimicked her lips and curled around his hot length, twisting her wrist while she swirled her tongue around his thumb. His thumb slipped back out of her mouth, resting on her lower lip as their intense gazes stayed locked while Adriana worked his length slowly. Her lips touched the tip, kissing it gently before her tongue slipped out to roll against it. Her movements were slow and sensual, and they tortured Harry, relentlessly. He watched as her lips would slide up and down his length, hot tongue, heavenly lips wrapped around it firmly with her hand fisting the base.

  But Harry wanted to please her too, so after another minute or so he stopped her, pulling her up by her forearms to kiss her lips. He helped her lay down on the bed, before he moved to settle his head between her legs. A tiny smirk curled onto the left corner of his cherry lips, green eyes flashing with mischief and lust as he kissed her inner thighs. He drowned his lips in the sea of her arousal, sucking up every single drop with his desperate tongue with fine, long strokes. Adriana's thighs shook and hips jolted, thighs clamped around his head as she grinded against his tongue, hand clutching the back of his head firmly. But as much as she wanted him to keep going, she knew she wanted him inside of her even more.

  She let him know that, and his lips were soon making their way back up her body. He caressed her breasts, taking her taunt nipple into his mouth and hollowing his cheeks to suck on it. His other hand fondled with her other breast, earning soft pants and moans from her. His lips found hers again, and they kissed deeply, limbs wound around each other like vines coiling around pillars of stone, unbreakable. Her hips shifted, and groans were emitted, his length sliding against her slit as she grinded against it. Her hips shifted further up, causing his length to slip inside of her halfway.

  They both exhaled deeply at the sudden action, lips brushing each other's lightly, foreheads pressed together. Harry moved his hips forwards, cock pushing further into her and filling her up to the brim. A low moan was emitted from Adriana's throat, insides curling at the glorious stretch his length had caused.

   "Oh dios mío," she breathed heavily when he started moving his hips at a steady pace.

  Harry kissed her lips again, rolling and moving his tongue against hers in sync with his hips, driving in and out of her. His knees dug into the mattress as he wrapped his arms around her torso firmly, burdening her sweet lips with a heavy, passionate kiss. Adriana felt every emotion he felt as he gave her his all; love, lust, desire and so much more. Harry murmured deep, affectionate things into her ear, while he held her close to his body and thrusted his hips back and forth between her legs. Adriana felt her body unravel quickly with every thrust, hands clinging to his skin, thighs spreading further apart to reveal her most vulnerable parts to him.

  His fingers found hers, right hand joining with her left one, pushing it back into the mattress and clutching it tightly. Adriana felt her body shake with pleasure, sex cream with excitement as Harry took her with deep, heavy thrusts. Her hand was freed from his when he moved slightly to hold himself up better, knees digging into the bed as he swung his hips and drove himself into her, emitting sloppy noises that made their cheeks flush.

   "How does it feel, baby?" He questioned in a husky voice, panting lightly as his gleaming eyes searched for her face.

   "So good," she whispered in response, biting her lip at the feeling of his tip hitting her sweet spot.

  Her dark eyes were screwed shut, beautiful, make-up free face contorting with pleasure. He took his time to study her lovely, perfect features, the shape of her strong brows, the soft curve of her baby pink lips, the contour of her nose and cupid's bow, her sculpted cheeks and jaw. He also took time to cherish the not so perfect features, which were visible now because she took her make up off as soon as they came back.

  He made sure to love everything, the little blemishes that stained her tanned skin, the dark, tiny that dotted across her nose and cheeks, and the one or two pimples that she whined about to him while powdering her nose in the car. He loved it all, every single one of her flaws and perfections.

  Adriana opened her eyes when she felt his gaze on him, rolling her lips inwards in embarrassment because he knew how much she hated the faces she makes during sex. But she knew that he loved them nevertheless. Harry was caught off guard when Adriana tangled her legs with his, and pushed at his chest with her hands, quickly flipping him over so that she was now riding him.

  She flipped her long locks back and rolled her hips heavily, grinding down on him fully and earning a surprised groan from him. Harry's hands caressed her smooth hips as she rode him, dazed eyes travelling from the place they connected to her stretched navel, up to her supple breasts that bounced continuously.

  Adriana tipped her head back in bliss, eyes fluttering shut at the heavenly feeling of riding him, something she will never get over, ever since the day they first had sex and she rode him. Her hands moved to hold her ass and stretched her cheeks apart, bouncing on his length again and again. Harry's eyes rolled to the back of his head, unable to handle how good she felt around him, warm and wet, rubbing against his flesh. He felt her gaze on him, studying him like he studied her.

  She gazed down at her beautiful man. His cherry lips were glistening from him constantly wetting them, deliciously swollen from their heavy kissing, and parted to let small, breathless pants escape. His dark lashes touched the tops of his sharp cheeks, brows pulled tightly over his closed eyes with that small crease appearing on his forehead. His short, hair was in shambles on the top of his head, looking effortlessly sexy from Adriana's habit of running her fingers through it. She leaned in by resting her forearms on the bed on either side of his head, hips still moving over him. His eyes opened to look at her, smiling fondly and kissing her lips while he dragged his hands up the sides of her body.

   "Adriana," Harry whispered to her, hands reaching her face where he cupped her cheeks with her long locks messily tangled with his fingers. "I love you more than anything in this world."

   "Harry," Adriana felt her heart melt in her chest, slowing her hips down so that her pace was more sensual now. "You have no idea how much you mean to me. Fuck, you are my sun, Harry. Te amo, mi sol."

   "Te amo, Adriana," Harry breathed back emotionally, wrapping his arms firmly around her and sitting up once their lips joined in a heavy kiss.

  They poured everything into the kiss, their love and the words they couldn't speak. Harry's hands gripped her ass and helped her move her hips. His muscles tensed as he edged closer to the edge. Adriana felt her body jolting every few seconds, thighs shaking vigorously as the pressure in the pit of her stomach begged for release. She pressed her forehead against his, parted lips hovering over each other's with moans and pants releasing into each other's mouths.

   "I'm close, mi amour," Adriana moaned deeply into his ear, wrapping her limbs around him tight with her chin sitting on his shoulder.

   "Me too," Harry responded with a throaty groan, feeling her teeth digging into his skin as he pulled her hips down to push his cock into her. "You always feel so good, Princess, so damn good."

  Harry's words that were uttered in a deep, raspy voice with a heavy moan caused Adriana to finally hit her high. She let out a mix between a gasp and a moan, fingernails digging into Harry's shoulders as her back arched suddenly. Harry felt a sudden gush of her release dripping down his length, ultimately pushing him off the edge too and making him release inside of her. The room was filled with heavy moans, and slick noises of their sloppy movements, riding out their highs. They slowed down eventually as all the pleasure gradually dissipated and left their body feeling buzzed and in completely euphoria.

  He was still buried deep inside of her, while she was still on his lap, arms wound firmly around his neck. She pulled her head back to look at him, finding him with a blissful smile on his face, dimple popping out. She smiled at him too, stroking his cheek lovingly before she leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. Her thumb ran over his cheekbone lightly as their kiss lingered, staying close-mouthed because they didn't have the energy to go any further. Her hand slid around the nape of his neck before he pulled her even tighter against his naked body, his head tilting up and hers tilting down while their lips remained joined.

  Fate felt sad for the sun and moon, moved by the eclipse that had just occurred right before his eyes. Fate listened as they murmured their 'I love you's once again before they broke away to clean up, then returning to bed where they cuddled and fell asleep eventually.

  Fate could only hope that the sun and moon keep their promises of love till the end of their days.

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