This ti, the kiss wasn’t violent. It was desperate... and hungry.
Adrian kissed her with a force that made her stagger back.
But before she could retreat any further, he supported her neck with one hand.
And lifted her up effortlessly with the other hand.
Heat burst through her chest as she clutched his damp shirt, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
The waves rushed up around them, soaking their lower halves.
Ella’s back hit the wet sand as Adrian lowered her down with agonizing control, not once breaking the kiss.
He hovered above her, his knee wedged between her thighs, his body dripping from the sea water, hair sticking to his forehead.
She raised a hand to brush it back, but Adrian caught her wrist midair, pinning it beside her head. Then the other.
And suddenly, she was beneath him, barely able to move, completely exposed to his gaze.
"Keep your words, Elle," he murmured, breath brushing her lips.
His hand slipped under her soaked top, dragging across her ribcage, and Ella gasped.
"Hmm..." Her back arched slightly, his words barely registering in her mind.
"Do not ever leave," he spoke against her lips.
A hint of clarity seeped in her mind and she looked at him, "I am not leaving.
"Say it again," he whispered, his voice trembling just slightly, like he was on the edge of sothing feral.
"I am not leaving," she breathed, this ti softer.
He placed his lips on her neck, gently kissing the spot, "Again."
Her eyes closed as his tongue caressed the sensitive spot, "Not... leaving..." she rasped.
He lowered his mouth to her collarbone, peppering kisses down her throat.
The sea cradled them, waves crashing gently around their waists.
His hand slid up to cup her breast, thumb brushing over the hardened peak through the fabric.
Ella arched up into his touch, her moan swallowed by his next kiss. It was slow, deep, all-consuming.
He kissed her so gently that Ella could barely think straight. Everything seed to be engulfed in a haze until—
Ella felt sothing warm again on her shoulder blade.
She stiffened.
As Adrian released her lips, she gently nudged him back and looked down.
And in the next mont, she froze. Blood blood on her shoulder like a flower, the darkest shade of crimson.
Ella followed the trail of blood until her gaze landed on Adrian’s wrists.
"Adrian!"
"I am fine," Adrian frowned, inching closer to her.
But Ella was no longer in the mood to listen to him.
"What do you an you are fine?" While he leaned in towards her, Ella was already on her feet, "Give your hand. I will help you up..."
"I don’t—" need help.
Adrian trailed off when he saw her offered hand.
Wordlessly, he placed his palms on hers, easily enveloping her tiny one.
When Ella effortlessly pulled him up and pressed his weight on her shoulder, she gave him a smug look.
"Baby, even if you have sent Secretary Ji and Ronan away, you shouldn’t be worried. You have . Even if you can’t walk, I can drag you there." Ella said.
anwhile, Adrian, who was very much ’walking’ under the guise of ’being dragged’ nodded without hesitation.
"I might not look like it but I can carry two grown n..."
"No."
"What no? Baby, I am really not bragging..."
"No," Adrian cut her off, voice stern, "You are not carrying anyone."
Ella gave him a look, "I was just saying. Stop being fussy about it. In any case, I can easily carry a prince... cough cough cough... the wind is so dusty here hah! Let’s go back quickly."
Adrian arched a brow in the darkness, but otherwise, he did not pursue the topic.
Ella helped Adrian onto the couch.
She then grabbed the first aid kit and moved to sit beside him.
The mont he rolled up his sleeves properly, Ella froze.
Outside, she could not see it properly in the darkness.
The glaring wounds on his wrists seed to have completely reopened as blood drenched his dark shirt, covering the entire forearms.
She could not help but think of the broken handcuffs lying on the floor and the thick ones that had shackled him when she found him.
And what unsettled her more was that she knew that Ji Yan and Ronan would never impose those things on Adrian.
It must be Adrian himself who decided to do that.
"What is it?" Adrian tucked the loose strands of her hair behind her ear, his gaze montarily lingering on her short hair before searching her face.
Ella grabbed the tip of his fingers and moved his hand to her lap, "It might burn a little when I apply the dicine."
"It’s—" fine. Adrian’s words were interrupted by Ella who continued.
"But don’t worry. Just tell and I will blow it for you. It will feel a little better that way," Ella winked, "Oh, what were you saying?"
"Nothing.’’
"Fine, just tell when it’s painful."
Ella cleaned his wounds and gently applied the dicine on the cuts, "Does it hurt...?" she asked the man, carefully observing the cuts.
"Hurts."
Ella carefully blew on the wounds, "In the future, you should be gentler with yourself.’’
At first, she had not intended to comnt on it yet looking at his current state, she could not hold herself back.
Just as Ella tilted his wrist and carefully applied the dicine on the other side, Adrian whispered again, "Hurts."
Ella blew on it a couple of tis, "Is it better?"
"Mm."
It went on until both of Adrian’s wrists were bandaged again.
When Ella straightened up on the couch, she found Adrian glaring at his wrists, "Does it still hurt?"
Adrian pursed his lips, "Mm."
Ella patted his shoulder, "Don’t worry. It will get better in no ti."
Adrian’s face darkened.
But Ella missed his expression as she was already on her way to the kitchen, "How about we have a great al? I am sure that will make you feel better—"
Her words trailed off when she saw the state of the kitchen.
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