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WARNING: Degradation kink, heavy smut

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"To live is the rarest thing in the world."- Oscar Wilde

Interlude (n.)- An intervening period of time

Adrianna's POV:

"Strip."

The command was harsh, laced with desire and lust. His voice was sinful, rich- like molten dark chocolate; the low timbre sending cold shivers through my skin.

I drank him in, shock coursing through me at the suddenness of his visit, as I let my eyes roam on his intimidating form. My body heated up, tingling as my pussy pulsated, throbbing, begging to be touched and catered to. His grey eyes shone with hunger as he drank me in like a predator assessing its prey.

Those quartz-like eyes shone brilliantly under the dim light, the grey in them standing out from under the dark mass of curls that fanned his forehead. A coat of perspiration glistened on his neck, a vein popping up. He eyed me as I stood in front of him, a dark glint lurking in the depth of those aequoreal greys.

I rubbed my arms, the one he was gripping just a moment ago as he dragged me into the dark store room of my college, the reality of his presence settling in.

I was exhilarated, infuriated and excited at the same time.

With widened eyes I looked around, scanning the dark store room, "Here?"

A dark eyebrow rose as a hint of mockery and amusement took over his features, "Was I not clear enough?"

Fear along with excitement rushed through me as I glanced around, praying that no one would choose the exact moment to come in.

The mere thought of it made me shiver.

I locked my eyes with him, the melody of my blood pounding in my arteries was almost too deafening.

"But someone could-"

He took a step closer. The smell of the dust and old papers wafted through the air, yet his intoxicating scent surrounded me, invaded me, stripped my soul naked until the only thing that was left was him.

I closed my eyes, my lips parting, a droplet of sweat running down my temple as I anticipated his touch. It had been too long since he had touched me, I was deprived and I was craving him.

"Do I look like I give a fuck about who comes in?" He asked quietly, as if letting me in a dirty secret, his breath fanning my ears, making my skin tingle. A finger feathered over my neck. I bit my lips as he rested the finger over the sapphire pendant, "Strip for me, Adrianna. You have been a bad girl and bad girls need discipline."

Opening my heavy eyelids, I drank him in, dizzy with lust. His eyes were fixated on me, mesmerized as if, as if he was seeing me for the very first time. His tongue darted out, running over his luscious lips, his breaths were heavy.

Ares' visit to Baltimore had been impromptu, I was definitely not prepared for this.

Moving from Maryland and leaving Ares after spending a month with him had been painful to say the least. After rediscovering ourselves on that bridge of fireworks and a tear drenched welcome, I had decided to spend the rest of the spring with him. I ended up staying in the manor and it was magical.

I had become attached to him and everything that was him. His kisses, his scent and sorrows, his touches and glimpses, him staring at me when he thought I wasn't looking, our morning love making sessions, stolen songs of desire, visiting places, hand in hand, him making me breakfast in the morning....

Yes, Ares could cook too.

Unfortunately, all of it came to an end when I had to move back to Baltimore. I was a sobbing mess, almost contemplating dropping my career choice but luckily Ares, being the most thoughtful between us, managed to convince me by bribing me with a weekly visit.

Our arrangement had been perfect. After a long hectic week filled with work and studies, being into each other's arms was just what we needed.

Up until the last two weeks, I didn't have the time to respond to his texts and calls as much. Mainly because I had an upcoming test and needed to focus on it, him being the super touchy domineering boyfriend hadn't been helping my case.

Usually his visiting sessions ended with us tangled in sheets, a mess of grunt and whimpers and screams as he devoured me like a savage animal, making sure that I wobbled on my way to the classes every monday morning.

So, me being the reasonable person I was, prohibited him from visiting because I needed to pass my classes.

"Ares-"

Fingers tangled in my hair, tugging it harshly, making a soft moan escape me as he bared my neck. His lips trailed down the skin, a shuddered breath escaping me. His teeth grazed my heated flesh, nibbling on it.

"Anna," He whispered in the dimly lit room, "You do know what happens to bad girls, right?"

A whimper escaped me at the mere eroticism of it as I barely nodded. My bag remained forgotten at a corner as his tongue licked my sensitive skin, my nails digging into his muscular back.

"Answer me," A harsh breath escaped me as his hand came down on my rear in a sharp spank. Pain and pleasure bloomed through the burn, travelling down my body.

"They get punished," I whispered, licking my lips.

A devilish smirk played on his lips as the grey depth of his eyes sparkled with deviousness. I felt depraved, stripped naked of any sanity that I might have had.

"Good," He took a step back, his gaze licking every part of my body, it was almost as good as his touches. I could tell that he had been fantasizing about me, the way his eyes scanned me, as if he had never seen something as divine as me; only made me feel bolder, powerful, in control.

His eyes lingered on my red stained lips. He was probably imagining them wrapped around his cock.

The thought made me bite my lips, shivering from the heat of his gaze, glancing around nervously. A smirk crawled to my lips as I locked my eyes with his. The tension in the air was electrifying, the staccato buzzed through my body, licking my blood, mixing with it until I was but a puddle of desire.

My heart throbbed in my chest as my fingers undid the first button of my shirt, lingering on my cleavage and then the second one and the third one.

"Stop," His voice was heavy with desire as he called out just as I began to undo the fourth button.

My heart soared as I watched him admire me, like he was seeing an artwork exhibited in a gallery. It was becoming more difficult to breathe, more agonizing to speak as I stood in front of this beautiful man, not being able to touch him.

I missed him. So much.

I was overwhelmed by him, he had stolen a part of me, kept it with himself and cherished me like no one ever did. Now as he stood there, his dark form looming over me as he admired me like a musician admiring a piece of his work, I wanted him to have me, to kiss me like there was no tomorrow.

"Please touch me," I was quivering from the sheer rawness of it. Being admired by the man I loved, it was the most beautiful feeling in the world.

He took a step, grasping my jaw and tilting my head to make me meet his eyes.

"So fucking beautiful," He whispered, his brows furrowed, "The more I see you, the more I am in awe of you, baby."

I leaned into his warm touch, craving more of it. His breath fanned my forehead as I grabbed his shoulder, shivers dancing through my skin.

I drank him in through the lusty stupor, he was still the same man I had met years ago. The only difference was, he looked better. Age had been generous to him, a blessing even. Now as he stood at the edge of 39, I could only admire him more.

He was like a fine wine, becoming more addicting as time passed.

And damn if I wasn't a drunkard.

The silver of his hair was more prominent, his salt and pepper beard standing out more. A few wrinkles that graced the corner of his eyes only made him all the more beautiful.

"Kiss me," I pleaded, needing to taste him. I have ached and craved for him so long, so fucking long and I couldn't get enough of him.

"Hmm..." He hummed against my cheek, just a millimeter shy from my lips, "You still feel like a dream."

Maybe it was from the overwhelming frustration, maybe it was from the undying craving I had for him or maybe it was just me but I was verklempt. My heart tugged in my chest as it became more difficult to breathe. I was overwhelmed by him, by his presence, by his scent, by the warmth that radiated from him, his touches and the sensation of his lips on my skin.

"Don't cry, baby," He mumbled, wiping away a droplet of tear that escaped, the sound of his voice resonating through my mind, "I am here."

His fingers tentatively lifted the small butterfly pendant, his thumb brushing on the sparkling stone.

"They don't match your eye color," He frowned, "I will have to buy you a new one."

"No!" I exclaimed, horrified, baffled that he even had the audacity to suggest something like this as he knew how much this necklace meant to me, "It stays as it is!"

His eyes met mine, amusement shining in them, his callous fingers stroking my skin.

"As you wish," He whispered against my lips and I felt myself drowning. Drowning in the depth of the smoky gray ocean in his eyes. They were pulling me in, magnetic, intoxicating and breathtaking.

A grin tugged at his lips as he caressed my jaw, I locked my hands behind his neck, my heart heavy from how beautiful he was.

"Ares-" I whispered, "Ple-"

My plea was cut off as he finally took my lips into his, kissing me harshly. Nothing about it was gentle, it was dominating, possessive, claiming me as his.

He bit my lower lips, before licking it, coaxing it with his tongue, urging me to open up. I kissed him back with equal fervour, fireworks going off under my heated flesh as my heart throbbed painfully. I wrapped my leg around his hips, yearning to have him closer as my fingers threaded through the mass of his curls.

His taste was addicting as it danced against my tongue, his essence was captivating, chronic. It left me heady, in a brume.

Tears escaped my eyes as I reached a height, a height that was bound to crash me to the ground. Breathing became painful, like I was too overwhelmed. Too happy, too sad, too excited, too anxious, too agonized- too much in love.

He was going to be my downfall.

His hands came under my thighs. In one swift motion, I was being lifted off the ground, his arms digging into my flesh. A moan escaped me as my back hit the wooden door, cold against me. I wrapped both of my legs around his torso as he devoured my mouth, his tongue pirouetting with mine.

I wanted to feel him, all of him- until he became one with me. One of his hands kept me caged between him and the wall while the other explored me. As if an artist touching his artwork, they held the gentleness of a child yet the roughness of a man.

He grabbed my skirt, lifting it up, finally breaking the kiss. We took in each other through the daze, a lazy smile resting on his lips. My pussy gushed at the sight.

One of his fingers hooked under the waistband of my sheer lacy panties as he tugged them down callously,the fraction of the material setting my skin ablaze.

His long fingers dug into the warm flesh as he roughly slammed two digits in my pussy, a gasp escaping me as he moved them savagely against my pulsating walls.

"Shh..." He whispered in my ear, pressing his fingers against my G-Spot, I could hear the wet squelching of my pussy, along with my ragged breath. Shivers and trembles sparked under my carapace, a moan begging to escape me. I was delirious from the overwhelming raw emotions, my body quivering, aching to be fucked.

"You don't want them to hear you, do you baby?" He chuckled darkly, my earlobe in his teeth, tugging it, "You don't want them to know what a whore you are, do you?"

My eyes closed in pure bliss, my clit tingling against his clothes. I bit my lips, trying not to make any sound as I swayed my hips, silently begging him to fuck me.

"You don't want them to know that you scream when you come, do you?" His fingers curled inside me, adding pain to the pleasure. I threw my head back, focusing on not making a sound as a trail of drool ran down the side of my face. My world shattered as he moved his fingers inside me, violently, the sound of my soft but silent whimpers resonating in the room.

"Fucking bitch," He grunted lowly, making my knees wobble. My body felt numb, yet I felt like I was flying.

Through my heavy lids, I watched him eyeing my breasts lewdly, hungrily before grazing his thumb on a nipple that poked through my shirt. I let out a soft moan, a scream building up inside me. It looked so filthy, yet so alluring.

He tugged at my nipples, the pain ruling my senses. He added a finger as he continued to slam them inside me, stretching painfully. It was one of those days where I decided to wear my piercing.

The sensation overruled my nerves, setting me ablaze. My mouth opened in a silent scream as he licked a nipple through my shirt, wetting the material; tugging at it with his teeth as swirled his tongue around it.

"A-Ares..."

"Silence," He bit the other nipple punishingly.

I was left cold and aching as he suddenly retracted his fingers, my pussy clenching and throbbing as I traced my eyes over his veiny arms, his black shirt that clung to his muscular body like a second skin.

I was being hoisted again, before he pressed my face against the door, the sound of our raucous breathing heavy in my cloud filled mind.

His fingers traced along my spine, his lips whispering over it, feathering on my skin, leaving trails of goosebumps.

"Making a mess all over," His hand came down on my bottom, making me release a silent gasp.

He grabs a hold of my necklace, lifting it so that the pendant was between my lips. My eyes widened as I tasted the metal on my tongue.

"Keep it there," He murmured, exposing my dripping pussy, "The moment it falls is the moment I leave."

It was all too much. Containing my scream while biting on my necklace wasn't something I had imagined doing while he pounded the living light out of me. He never failed to surprise me.

Sensitive nipples brushed against the cold wood as Ares rested his face on the crook of my neck, placing small kisses. I heard a zipper being undone, followed by the rip of a foil packet.

The sound of my blood pounding was deafening in my ears as I panted harshly, his hand held me in place as I felt the tip of his cock nudging at my entrance.

"I have missed you so fucking much, Anna," He mumbled, before slamming inside me, making my eyes widen. Tears streamed freely yet his smell invading me. Arms on either side as he plunged his cock deeper, my walls clenching around him.

My eyes rolled back as I felt his metal piercings against my G-spot, my head whirling as I gripped on the wooden doorframe for leverage.

His thrusts were short, urgent, heavy. They were tortuous, meant to punish.

"My beautiful fucking slut," He whispered, his veins and cock leaving imprints inside me as he stretched me to my limit.

My stomach coiled, toes curled as I felt my orgasm building. It was an intense feeling at the pit of my stomach, it was like a dream. I twirled the pendant with my tongue, eyes rolling back as I stood on the verge of insanity. The sounds from his thrusts resonated loudly in the room as his hand came up and curled around my neck.

His hands left his mark on my flesh as he pounded inside me. His hand curled in my hair, bunching it and exposing my neck to him as he peppered small kisses over.

Unabashed tears streamed down my eyes, his body covering mine, shielding me. The woods creaked from our weights, my arousal dripping down my thighs.

The bubbles that blossomed within me, were on the edge of bursting. I was on the brink of exploding into a thousand shining stars.

Darkness dawned as the sensation of his rhythmic thrusts drove to neurotic euphoria. I grabbed his head, taking his lips in mine to silence myself, kissing him deliriously.

Our eyes met through the haze, his grey reflecting the same lust and love as mine as our bodies swayed together. I curled my toes, pleading with him through my eyes.

"Please..." The whisper was muffled by the pendant, I knew he heard me. His cock swelled inside me impossibly.

"Come baby."

My body obeyed his command, stars crashing on me as I felt light headed, my vision going blank as the orgasm tore through me. His hand muffled my scream, the chain cutting into my skin as I became a quivering mess in his arms.

A low grunt escaped him as he buried his face in my neck, trembling as he, too, came, filling the condom.

I rested my face against the door as I slowly came down from my euphoric high. The feeling was surreal, liberating as the man I loved held me in his arms.

For a moment, neither of us spoke or moved. We only settled there into each other's arms, basking in the whimsical silence.

"I missed my class," I mumbled as he turned me around, scooping me in his arms as I rested my face on the crook of his neck.

"I hope it was worth it," He brushed back my strands, cuddling me and slowly putting me down. I wobbled on my feet, feeling dizzy still.

"Of course," I smiled dazedly, my eyes falling on his bracelet, the word 'Heal' peeking at me. I grasped his hand, placing a small kiss at the back of it, caressing the small stubbles on his jaw.

"If you keep going, you are going to miss your next class too," He commented, playing with the pendant.

A sigh escaped me as I shook my head, trying to gather myself together.

"I ruined your lipstick," My eyes widened as I fished out the mirror from my bag. A gasp escaped me as I took myself in. My hair disheveled, red lipstick smeared all over, tear stains on my cheek (Thank god for waterproof mascara) and that unmistakable afterglow that radiated from my skin.

Horror gripped me as I noticed the small trail of hickeys along my neck.

"Y-You!" I gasped, "You did this on purpose didn't you? Oh god..." I tried to brush my hair with my fingers, taking out a rubber band and tying it up. I always kept some makeup wipes in it, looks like they'll be of some use after all.

"Sorry?" I glared at him as a lazy smirk tugged at his lips. He didn't look sorry at all.

"Bitch," I