The Pretty Psycho (St. Vasili’s Academy #2)

25. Adrian

25

ADRIAN

I needed her.

God, I needed her more than I needed air to breathe. On my way here I kept thinking about our last interaction, about the way she might feel once she found out I went on my own, and in those dark thoughts not a single one said she would follow after and say she loved me.

"Tell me again," I croaked, pulling her along with me through the barely lit hallway, with the only light coming through the half-shattered window on my left.

"I love you, Adrian."

Fuck. I never thought I would hear those words. I never thought I could feel this way, but she made me mad.

Mad with love.

Mad with desire.

Mad with need.

I yearned to feel her skin on mine, to feel her love in my soul, and now I had it. I fucking had it and I was never letting go.

I spun around and pushed her against the wall, unable to wait another second.

"Say it again," I pressed, keeping my hands firmly on her hips and my lips inches from hers. Her eyes blazed, the heat in them keeping me alive, keeping the fire in me burning brighter and brighter, and for the first time since I'd met her I didn't fear it. I didn't try to extinguish it.

I didn't try to run away from this all-encompassing fire burning through my veins, because I knew now she felt the same way. It was as if this heavy stone fell off of my heart, letting me breathe, allowing me to see her in a whole new light.

"I fucking love you, Adrian Zylla," she mumbled, moving her hands to my neck, before slamming her lips to mine.

There was no time to savor this, no time to take it slowly. We fought, we bit, our tongues clashed, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I grabbed her thighs, lifting her up, making her wrap her legs around me. My cock fought to escape from my pants, needing inside her more than anything in this very moment, and I understood the look in her eyes—she wanted this as much as I did.

"I want you to remember that I love you," I said between kisses, rubbing my cock against her center. "Because I'm about to fuck you like I hate you, Bambi."

Her eyes widened, lips parted, and I wasted no time.

I lowered her down quickly and started unbuttoning her pants like a man possessed. My hands shook. Shit, my entire body shook, but she wasn't any better. She tried helping me, pushing her pants down before the buttons were off, and when she saw it was doing nothing, she started unbuttoning mine.

Her laughter echoed around us as our limbs tangled and as our pants finally dropped down, but just as fast as it started it died down. Replaced by my groaning and her soft moans as her hand wrapped around my cock.

"Fuck, baby," I rasped as she worked me up and down, making me rock my hips against her. "I need to be inside you. Right. Fucking. Now."

"Then take me," she mumbled breathlessly. "I'm yours."

Those two little words could mean a thousand things, but to me, as I looked at her, they pushed any lingering fear away. They finally sealed the fact that Vega Konstantinova belonged to me as much as I belonged to her. There were no more games, no more lies, and no more fucked-up shit between us.

She was my soulmate.

My forever.

She was the one I would die for, kill for, destroy every single person for if she only asked me to do so. Wars were waged for women like her throughout history and now I understood why. When you love someone, really, really love them, you would do anything to make them happy. To keep them safe.

To show them that love wasn't just some myth meant for sappy stories and people who grew up in perfect, little families. Love belonged to all of us no matter what. It wasn't something we had to earn. It wasn't something we had to die over.

It was something that simply happened, that made us finally see that after all those years and all those nights when we thought we were all alone in this world, there was someone out there just waiting for us. I had no idea I had been waiting for her all this time, because had I known I would've found her sooner. I would've chased her to the ends of the earth because I now didn't want to imagine my life without her.

She tried kicking away her pants, only to look down and realize her boots weren't allowing her to do so.

"Dammit," she grumbled, making me chuckle. Before she could bend down to remove them, I knelt in front of her, dragging my hands over her soft skin, trying not to look at the wound on her hip.

"You're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, Bambi," I said, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh. "The fiercest," I pressed another kiss to her knee. "The softest when you want to be." And one more to her other knee. I looked up at her only to see the tears gathered in her eyes, but I knew it was not sadness that brought those up. I knew she needed to hear this. We both did.

Her entire body trembled as I unzipped her boots and pushed her pants farther down as she stepped out of them. My knees scraped on the debris-covered floor, but I didn't care. I didn't give a damn if I had to bleed to show her how much she meant to me.

My lips trailed over her legs, from her calves, to her thighs, and all the way to her center, as my hands dug into her backside, bringing her closer to me. My nose pressed against her mound, filling my head with her heady scent, while her soft, whimpering noises wrapped around my heart like a vise, reminding me I almost lost this because I felt self-destruction was a better path than talking things through.

My lips pressed to the hood of her clit, savoring her scent like a man on the edge of sanity, before diving straight in. Her fingers dug into my hair, pulling and pushing, gyrating her hips against my mouth as I ate her out, my face becoming soaked in her juices.

"Adrian!" she shrieked, her quivering legs barely holding her up, and just as she started pulling away from me, trying to get away, I pulled her closer and pushed a finger into her channel, finding that sensitive spot, and pressed.

"Fuuuuuuck!" She erupted like a volcano, shaking, pushing, pulling, and completely mindless with pleasure. I could feel my cock leaking with precum, begging to be inside her, but I refused to chase my pleasure before letting her come at least one time before claiming her.

I looked up, licking my lips, seeing those hooded eyes and those parted lips that belonged to me.

"This pussy." I cupped her, making her moan again. "This belongs to me, Vega."

"Y-Yes," she hissed.

I removed her vest, letting it fall to the ground, before my lips pressed against her stomach, while my eyes were locked on hers. "This body, this stomach." I slowly moved up, pushing her shirt higher and over her chest. "These nipples." I bit down softly, replacing the burn of the bite almost reverently with my lips. "These are mine, Vega."

"All yours," she murmured, pulling me up to her. Our lips met, our tongues danced, and I had never felt more at peace than at this very moment. "Now take me like you fucking mean it, Adrian," she said after a moment, pressing her body to mine.

I wanted her naked. I wanted her in my bed, at my mercy, but this would have to do for now.

I didn't wait another second. My hands gripped her thighs again, lifting her up until she wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.

Pushing her against the wall, my cock started seeking entry, and as I looked down at us, at her soaking me and me moving between her lips, I almost lost it.

"God, you have no idea, Bambi," I murmured, pressing our foreheads together. "I have waited my entire life for you and I didn't even know."

"I'm glad you waited." She smiled softly, playing with my hair at the nape of my neck. "Had you not waited I would've had to kill some other bitch."

"Jealous?" I asked, groaning as she spasmed against me, still sensitive from her previous orgasm.

"You have no idea."

"I think I might have a little bit of an idea." Actually, I had an idea, because the mere thought of her with some other guy made me feral.

My molars ground together at the images of her with somebody else, and without a warning, I guided my dick toward her opening and slammed inside.

"Fuck!" she groaned, tightening her hold on me. "Jesus."

"Not Jesus, baby." I grinned, holding still for a second. "But I wouldn't mind seeing you on your knees."

"You're such a dirty little fucker, Adrian." She smiled, quickly replacing it with another moan when I started moving. "Fuck. Yes. There," she spat out as I pushed in and out, too fucking tired of taking it slow.

Her walls fluttered around me, her head fell to my shoulder, and before I could catch my breath, she was shaking in my arms, pressing down, meeting me thrust for thrust. I looked down between us, where we were joined, where our juices mixed and the need to come suddenly overcame everything else.

I slammed inside her relentlessly, spurred on by the view of her little hand falling between us, rubbing her clit as if her life depended on it.

"That's it, baby. That's my good girl. Do you need to come?"

"Yes!" she screamed. "Fuck, Adrian. I want to come. Please, please, please… Yeeeeees!" She pulled me right under with her, and I didn't even try to fight it.

My orgasm snuck up on me, slamming into me in full force, making me see fucking stars.

I had no idea if it was Vega or me that was shouting. I couldn't hear anything but the sound of my own heartbeat and her soft laughter somewhere in the distance.

"Did I break you?" she asked, and the feeling of her fingers dragging through my hair finally registered in the back of my mind.

I was completely covering her, barely holding on, while my legs shook and my heart pounded. We were both covered in sweat, not that I cared at this very moment, but I had no idea what that was. I… "What the fuck," I breathed out, slowly pulling back to look at her.

My cock was still deep inside her, pulsating, feeling her pussy fluttering around me.

"I think that was just the best sex of my life," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of my lips. But that wasn't enough for me. Not right now.

I claimed her lips, bruising her, demanding, taking, and she let me. She let me take everything she had to give me, meeting me kiss for kiss. My cock hardened inside her, making both of us moan in unison.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me, Bambi," I rasped, pulling back, needing to put a stop to this. "If we didn't have to go out and deal with this shit?—"

"I know," she murmured. "But we have to. We need to finish this chapter of our lives and then I want to go back to your cabin and eat that horrible, horrible soup." I started laughing. "And sleep in that absolutely terrible bed of yours, wrapped in your arms."

Nothing had ever sounded better, except maybe hearing her say that she loved me that first time. But now that I’d heard it, now that I knew, I wanted to hear it all the time. Even sliding out of her, seeing my cum dripping down her thighs, did something to me.

I marked her in more ways than one. Her heart, her body, they all belonged to me, and I belonged to her.

She had tattooed herself on that beating organ, and it was the one tattoo I loved the most.

Vega bent down and started pulling her pants up, when I stopped her, holding her wrist in my hand. The quizzical look on her face was almost comical, but when my hand disappeared between her legs, it quickly turned into the heated stare I loved so much. My fingers collected our mixed releases and started lifting it toward my lips, but before I could lick it off, she beat me to it, pulling my fingers to her mouth, licking them clean all the while looking at me.

"That's mine," she said. "All mine."

Damn right it was hers. I was hers till the end of time, and it was exactly what I wanted.