HOLD UP!✋✋

Before you start reading this chapter, I have a VERY IMPORTANT thing to announce.

A while ago, I did a poll on this story in general. The lowest score went to character relatability/ complexity, flow of the story.

So, I revised this story.

It was cringy to say the least, and also fascinating at the same time how my writing style has developed through months.

I have edited out a LOT of things, especially from chapter 1-17. I put more character into Adrianna and Ares, gave more insight into Ares' mind, added more dialogues to maintain the flow etc etc.

So, before proceeding to the chapter, it is very highly recommended that you read the previous chapters because I don't want more misrepresentation of Adrianna or Ares.

Now onto the chapter!

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"It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest thing in the world." – John Green

Aubade (n.)- A love song sung at the dawn.

Warning: Sad smut (ig)

Adrianna's POV:

I said no to Archer.

It was not a decision made on whim, in fact, I denied him after careful consideration. Even though I was momentarily tempted to take up his offer, I knew it would be a bad idea. Archer funding my therapy wouldn't be a good look if Ares came to know of it.

Which he would, eventually.

My heart broke into a million little pieces, I felt as if someone had ripped it out as I replayed his words over and over again in my head. I wanted to yell and cry- throw a fit and let Ares know.

It felt as if I was falling into an abyss of darkness, an abyss full of my demons that I had thought I had gotten rid of, screaming and reaching out to me in their grotesque form- their mouths open, ever ready to swallow and cover me in infernal darkness.

Ares would know, sooner or later, but I knew I had to do what was right. I knew if Archer let the hospital know, I would be in trouble.

I didn't want my depravity to affect Ares in any way. I knew if the hospital came to know of it, they would probably make the information public. News travelled fast and he would have to face the consequences of being involved with someone like me.

I would never want that for him. He was an elegance, man that carried the aura of regality and respect, whereas I was the complete opposite of him.

I shook my head. Never. I could never let anyone know that I slept with Ares.

I looked up at the night sky that was dusted in glitter, glistening tears blurred my vision as I thought more and some more.

There was no way out. I dug my own grave.

My cheeks and eyes hurt from crying all day. I confined myself to my room, crying for hours. My throat was scratchy, my head pounding, yet the pain in my heart only intensified.

Ares didn't show up the whole day. His car was missing. I only prayed that he got back sooner, I wanted to utilize the small amount of time I had left with him.

More tears escaped as I tried to think how Ares would react to my disappearance. Would he be shocked? Would he be hurt that I left him?

Bold of you to assume that he would care about you leaving.

He probably wouldn't. He probably wouldn't care about me leaving. He probably would forget about me and move on. Find someone nicer, better. Someone who was perfect and someone who didn't have the baggage of the past with her.

A sob escaped me as I gasped for breath. My only regret would be that I couldn't spend more time with him. I wanted to play chess with him and have him teach me one or two techniques. I wanted to discuss all those I found fascinating and beautiful. I wanted to do so much with him.

I wanted him to see me, and tell me I was beautiful.

I wanted to know more about his brothers, his military life and bitch about Britney.

Why must everything be so hard?

I wiped away my tears frantically, the damn things wouldn't stop. I wanted to scream, at myself, at my demons. I wanted to tear everything apart.

I was so weak.

My nails dug into my palms as my mind conjured up many different scenarios. I felt numb, shattered. I looked at my hands, my palm was drenched in blood, my nails digging into the skin and drawing more of the liquid, warm crimson.

The sound of a revving engine broke my trance as I glanced out of the window. Ares' car came into view. It was parked and the engine was killed; his tall form lurked like a shadow as he let himself out of the car.

My heart pounded, the sound of my blood rushing through my body became deafening in my ears as I stared at him. An eternity seemed to have passed, like many monsoon and tide blending into each other as he let himself in.

Should I see him?

Should I not?

I grabbed a box of cotton from the drawer and cleaned my blood, pressing it on the wound, hissing when it burned a little. I willed to calm myself down.

Maybe I could play a game of chess with him tonight?

Suddenly, a knock came on the door.

I wiped away my tears quickly, rushing to the bathroom and splashing some water on my face, the cold liquid soothing against my warm skin.

More knocks came.

"Bethany, not now-"

"May I come in?" I froze as his voice carried itself through the room, it was smokey, like a packet of cigar. Warm and cold shivers ran down me as I wiped my face and slowly let myself out.

"C-Come in," My voice was unrecognizable.

The door creaked open, revealing his tall form. He let himself in, carrying himself with elegance and grace. His stick clicked with the marble as he shut the door.

I fidgeted with my fingers as I walked up to him, hoping that he wouldn't figure out that I was crying, "Ares-"

His lips fell on mine, cutting me off. Tingles shot through me as my body cackled with sparks. I breathed him in as his lips sucked mine, my arms going around his neck. He was a foot taller than me, I had to be on my tiptoes to do so.

His strong arms came around my waist as he lifted me up easily. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, feeling his raging hard-on against my core.

My lungs burned with the need of oxygen, but I needed him. My fingers threaded through his soft, dark locks. I pulled on them, making him grunt, my head dizzy from the kiss that seemed to inebriate me.

He pulled back, breathing heavily. His smell wrapped me, surrounded me and ingrained itself into my very core. I throbbed and ached, all for him.

He rested his forehead against mine, the sound of our breathing deafening in my ears. My clit pulsated from need, wanting to be touched and played with.

I needed to take it slow, it was about him. It was about a goodbye, it was about the possibility of us never meeting again.

I wanted to leave with something to cherish, something to hold on to when I felt lonely, broken. I wanted to take a piece of him with me, so that I could reminisce about this beautiful man that taught me that I wasn't disgusting or shameful.

I doubted that I would ever cherish anyone as much as I did him. I could never forget Ares, he would always be a part of me.

"Point me to where your bed is," He breathed, placing a small peck on my lips.

"At your right," My voice was heavy, on the verge of breaking as I took him in, imprinting him inside me as much as I could. My fingers traced the warm skin of his neck as he carried us to my bed, laying me gently and hovering above me.

"I kept thinking about you the whole day," He grunted, slowly unbuttoning his black shirt. My eyes followed his fingers as it followed more of his skin, my breaths quickening, "Anna."

"Me too," My voice trembled as I replied to him. Being with him made me feel heavenly.

Why must it come to an end?

"Good to know," His jaw clenched as he leaned down and placed a small kiss on my chin, flicking it afterwards, "Minx."

Tears stung my eyes as I rubbed my chin, wanting to feel his touch even more. The inferno that burned within me consumed me even more.

"Ares," I breathed heavily, "You look so beautiful."

He stilled, hovering above me.

I grabbed him by his shirt and slammed his lips against mine, tasting him. He remained still as I coaxed his lips open and massaged his tongue with mine, his metal shooting tingles down my tongue.

He pulled back abruptly, "Anna, were you crying?"

A sob escaped me, like a flood breaking open a dam, like a hurricane hitting the shore. Tears escaped me as I whimpered, my breaths coming out in heavy pants.

I couldn't talk, it was too much. Too fucking much.

"Hey," His hand touched the side of my face, catching a drop of tear as he laid down beside me, his hand resting on my torso, as of to calm my cries down, "Tell me."

More tears fell.

I was tempted to tell him, but I couldn't. It would only make things worse. He would probably try to stop me but I couldn't stop. For his sake.

He will get over me.

"I had a nightmare," I whimpered, lying through my teeth, my skin pricking as if thorns being embedded.

"Anna," He placed a small kiss on my forehead, smiling softly, "Baby, it's okay. It's over."

No, it's not. It was a nightmare that could never be over.

More tears escaped as I stared at him.

He leaned down, kissing a drop of tear away. It was melancholic, heart wrenching. It was tearing me to pieces and I wanted him to make me forget every sorrow of mine. Even if it was for a moment. even if it was an illusion.

My nipples ached, breaths quickened as his fingers trailed on my clothed skin, creating a delicious ache within. A breathy whimper escaped me as he trailed his lips along my jaw.

His tongue darted out, licking the skin he kissed, the metal of his piercing heavy against me- the coldness of it making me moan in delight.

A shaky breath escaped me as he trailed his lips down my neck, his hand on my torso, securing me to a place. Tingles sparked within me as I trembled, his lips rested on my cleavage.

His fingers roamed around, searching for the buttons of my top. I smiled and decided to lend him a hand, unbuttoning the top three buttons of my shirt.

He grunted in approval, slowly licking down the valley of my breasts. My skin was dusted in a warm shade of pink as he placed a kiss at the underside of my breasts. I breathed heavily, divulging myself into a lust induced stupor as I grabbed a handful of his hair and urged him to give me more.

My toes curled, body buzzed with ferocious need as he slowly slipped my shirt off, leaving me bare. Cool air hit my heated skin as I shivered, my nipples puckering, wanting to be touched and sucked.

"Ares.." I moaned, his name almost like a prayer in my lips.

"Don't cry," He rasped, tugging at one of my nipples, making me whimper in frustration. The ache and throb in my pussy almost became unbearable as I felt my wetness dripping to the sheets.

A breathy moan escaped me as he closed his mouth around one of my nipples, sucking on it harshly. His hands grabbed mine and secured them in a tight grip, resting on my belly. I writhed under him, arching my back. My eyes closed from bliss as he continued his assault on my nipples.

"A-Ares-" I whimpered, staccato of electricity running down me as his smell invaded my senses. My mouth opened drooling running at the sides of my face.

My pussy clenched with need as he altered between licking and sucking my nipples, leaving a wet trail behind.

A breath escaped me as his mouth left, the cool air making me shiver.

"I have craved you so much, Anna," He whispered, placing a kiss right above where my heart was, "The whole fucking day."

"Me too," I gasped as he trailed his fingers down my abdomen, his fingers hovering above the hem of my pants.

"Ares-"

"Shh," He whispered, tugging down my pants slowly, the friction making me tremble.

He slipped the pant off, throwing them somewhere across the room and placing open mouthed kisses on my heated skin.

"Adrianna," He breathed, "I want to take it slow tonight."

I wanted to savor the moments I had with him, I wanted to feel every inch of him, memorize his words and share kisses.

He panted, his fingers making contact with my clit, making me moan loudly from the sensation. I fisted the bedsheet as I kept my eyes on his fingers that circled my clit.

I was drunk in him and like an addict, I only wanted more.

My back arched as he trailed his fingers down my slit, catching my wetness.

"You are drenched," He smirked, "And we have barely started."

He brought the fingers up to his lips and darted his tongue out, tasting me. I moaned at the sight, my body warming up even more.

"You moan so pretty," He rasped, "I could listen to it all fucking day."

I grabbed him by the collar and brought my lips to his, sucking him into my mouth as my fingers did a quick work of unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off. I pulled back, taking him in.

He was lean, not an ounce of fat anywhere. His muscles bulged, scars prominent, skin shining from the glistening sweat. It was evident that he worked out and his body was built like a military man.

I reached out and touched one scar, gently tracing it with my nails. Leaning up, I placed a kiss on it, gently as if it was a fresh wound.

His hand came up as he fisted my hair, taking off the scrunchie. I continued kissing his scars, trailing my lips on his hard pecs as his hand silently guided me through his body.

In the shadow of the night and dimly luminated light, he seemed like a statue that was carved of stone. He was tall, brooding, dark, intimidating and I craved every single ounce of him.

I let out a breath, sucking on his abs and licking the skin, making him grunt in approval. My nails trailed down the lightly dusted hair on his abdomen and fumbled with the hem of his pants.

I licked along the hard lines of his muscles as I undid his pants, slowly taking it off.

"Adrianna-"

"Let me," A shaky breath escaped me as I dragged his pants down, revealing his throbbing hard cock.

I gulped.

No matter how many times I saw it, I still couldn't wrap my head around it's monstrosity. It was thick, veiny, drooling precum as it's purple head throbbed.

I felt Ares' thumb caressing the side of my face. I looked up to him, noticing that he was still wearing his mask.

I sucked in a deep breath, darting my tongue out and licking the tip of his cock, eliciting a moan from him, the taste sending me into a frenzy.

"Adrianna-" His voice was all but a growl, he fisted my hair, moving away from me.

"I want to-"

"No," He commanded harshly, "I want you on your back, legs spread open. Now."

I trembled from the burning need building in my body. It felt as if I was going to combust from a mere touch from him. The wetness between my thighs was getting more uncomfortable as time passed. The throbbing ache needed to be satiated soon.

I laid on my back, spreading my legs. His jaw clenched as he slowly took his pants off, hovering above me and encaging me between his arms.

I lifted my trembling fingers, undoing his mask. I placed small pecks on his scars as he nuzzled his nose in my hair.

My heart fluttered frantically as I held him. The tingles in my lower abdomen intensifying as my hips grinded against his, desperate to feel some kind of friction.

"Can you..." I whispered, the night covering our shadowed forms like a warm blanket.

No.

I couldn't say the words.

I couldn't bring myself to say them.

The sound of our souls resonated with me like an aubade as I clung to him, desperate, eager- a farewell. That was what I wanted.

A proper farewell.

"One day," He muttered, determination lacing his voice, "We are going to be free of this."

Confusion seeped into my lusty haze but I didn't have the leisure to question him as he chose that very moment to thrust inside me.

I clenched my teeth, the pang of pain mixed with devouring pleasure overtaking my form. He slowly entered me, inch by inch, making me neurotic. I could feel the outline of his veins, his massive cock filling me to the brim.

I whimpered as he thrusted slowly, a couple of times, as if to loosen me up for him.

"Open up baby," His voice trembled as he finally pushed himself all the way in, making me scream and arch my back, his piercing brushing against my G-spot made me tremble under him helplessly.

Zaps of tingles ran down me as I quivered beneath him, my mind going completely blank. All I could focus on was his massive cock tearing me in half. A shaky sob left me as I felt my juices dripping down the sheets and making a mess.

"Breathe," He whispered, "You will need it."

I whimpered at his words, insanely turned on. His body molded into mine as he began to move slowly, gently.

It hurt, but in a good way. I never wanted this pain to end, and the pleasure that came with it.

He was the one person that I would let hurt me, I trusted myself with him.

"Fuck, Anna," He cursed as he grabbed my thighs, arching it so that he could drive deeper inside me.

I could feel it all the way inside my womb.

Ares... Ares...

I breathed heavily, grabbing him and leaving a bruising kiss on his plump lips. His forehead glimmered with sweat as he rested against mine, his curls ticking my face.

My pussy clamped around him in a vice grip as his cock hit my G-Spot. A hiss escaped me as I tried to accommodate him, as much as I could. My lips quiver as I feel my drool mingling with my tears.

Why couldn't we be like this forever?

Why couldn't I stay with him?

My heart clenched as he pounded inside me, slowly losing the glitter of the control he had over himself.

I dragged my nails on his skin, his tongue playing with mine, fucking into my mouth. The sound of our flesh hitting against each other was loud, the wetness gushing as I arched my back. His cock swelled up even more as he grabbed my ankles, opening me up more for him.

"Do you like it when I cum inside you?" He growled, his voice animalistic, "Of course you do. You like me having inside you."

I wailed as tears dripped down my face.

"I love it!" I screamed in the frenzy of euphoria, "Oh my god, Ares-"

He kissed the side of my face, licking my tears away. I cried from the