Chapter 4 Finally Reunited With His Girl

• "Riana!" Isla tried to chase after her, but before she could take a single step, the bodyguard once again pointed the gun at her forehead.
• She obediently raised her hands in surrender, a dry smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
• These people were really scary. If Adriana really went with Sebastian, her days ahead would surely not be easy. As the saying goes: ‘Out of the crocodile's mouth and into the tiger's den.’¹
• The black Knight XV was parked neatly in the courtyard, and the sound of its engine was so loud that it seemed to echo throughout the neighborhood. It looked so imposing and dazzling, just like Sebastian himself.
• "Miss Hudson, please get in," Jasper said as he opened the backseat door for her.
• Adriana thanked him and got in. Just as her butt touched the leather seat, Sebastian suddenly reached for her right hand, followed by a gentle touch.
• With a dull thud, Jasper closed the door from the outside and sat in the passenger seat. Then the driver drove out steadily.
• In the backseat, Adriana was staring at Sebastian, who was wiping her hands with a disbelief expression on her face. His movements were gentle and deliberate. He carefully ran the gray handkerchief over each of her fingers, as if he were polishing the most precious treasure.
• Was it just her imagination? She thought she caught a glimpse of something on his face. A gentle expression?
• She had seen a bloodthirsty Sebastian, she had seen his cruelty, and she had also experienced his coldness and indifference. But she had never seen him be so gentle to her in the five years she had humbly loved him.
• “Back to the apartment." Sebastian tucked the handkerchief into his pocket and pulled away from her expressionlessly.
• Adriana shook her head. It was impossible for him to be gentle with her. This was all just her imagination. She subconsciously clenched her hands that were hidden under her backpack into fists before slowly loosening them again. "Young Master Kingsley, why are you looking for me?"
• "You know why," he replied, his voice so cold, as if it were covered in ice.
• His coldness suddenly reminded her to the memory where Olivia cried in his arms and accused her of deliberately seeking his attention by hurting herself. The way he'd looked at her back then had been so cold and indifferent, before he went to coax Olivia.
• Whether in the past or now, his treatment of her had never changed.
• Thinking back on it now, Adriana suddenly felt like laughing. She had loved him so much that she had lost her dignity.
• She said nothing more, simply staring out of the window at the passing scenery.
• Forty-five minutes later, the car pulled into the underground parking garage. Adriana calmly entered Sebastian’s apartment and put her backpack on the couch before casually sitting down opposite him.
• "Young Master Kingsley, I can be with you," she said, meeting his gaze steadily, "but I have conditions."
• “Speak.” Sebastian only uttered this single word, as if every word that came out of his mouth was as precious as gold and it would be a waste if he talked more.
• Adriana took a deep breath before speaking softly. “I don’t want anyone to know I’m with you. We’ll meet twice a week, and we won’t interfere in each other’s lives. After two years, you’ll let me go.”
• In her previous life, when Sebastian turned 28, he had been shot by his enemies, and she had been the one to block the bullet for him. Because of this, she, who had never experienced any tenderness from him before, had been cared for by him for several days.
• But that was the only time. She had never felt his tenderness again after that.
• Sebastian stared at her for a moment. His expression was unreadable before he said indifferently, "Come here."
• Adriana hesitated for a moment before getting up and sitting beside him.
• Sebastian turned slightly to the side and opened the cabinet beside the couch, taking out a first-aid kit. He opened it and took out a bottle of iodine.
• He reached for her right hand, gripping it firmly as he turned it over. There was a large, bloodstained bruise on the back of her hand.
• Adriana hadn’t noticed it before; it must have been from when she struck Jack and his friends.
• Sebastian soaked a cotton ball with iodine and began dabbing it on her wound. It immediately caused a sharp, stabbing pain, and Adriana winced slightly.
• Sebastian immediately tightened his grip on her hand, not allowing her to pull away. After carefully cleaning the wound, he discarded the cotton ball and said, "Alright."
• "Hmm?" Adriana froze for a moment before realizing that he had agreed to her terms. A smile suddenly appeared on her face. "I still have one more request."
• The temperature in Sebastian's eyes suddenly dropped. His strong, iron-like grip landed on her waist, and he slowly leaned her body back against the couch, pressing her down. "Another request?"
• Adriana leaned away from him with difficulty, her smile turning a bit dry. "Could you not come looking for me at school?"
• His Knight XV was too conspicuous. There were only a hundred of them in the world, and anyone who owned one would easily become the subject of gossip.
• Adriana had always been a well-behaved and low-profile student, so it was quite eye-catching when a driver suddenly turned up to pick her up.
• "En." A rough syllable slipped from Sebastian's mouth as he hugged her waist tightly and lowered his head to kiss her lips.
• His hand lifted from the bed before his fingertips grazed the inside of her wrist, where her pulse hammered wild and frantic. A sound escaped her, a soft, broken exhale, one that somehow sounded like surrender.
• Sebastian leaned in slowly, giving her every chance to pull away. Then his lips were on hers. He kissed her with patience that felt like drowning, his mouth moving over hers until hers learned to move back. When his tongue touched her lip, she opened for him, matching his pace until they couldn't breathe.
• Panting, he broke the kiss, and their foreheads rested together. His breathing was deeper now, but still controlled. Hers was ragged.
• His hand moved from her shoulder, down over the swell of her breast. He palmed her through her thin t-shirt, his thumb finding her nipple. It peaked instantly, and a low moan vibrated in her throat.
• “Seb —"
• “I know.” His thumb circled, relentless. "I'll be gentle.”
• He kissed her again, swallowing her whimpers. His hand left her breast, slid down her ribs, over the dip of her waist until he got to where he wanted, the waistband of her shorts, and he hooked his fingers into the denim and her underwear together and pulled them down. The fabric dragged over her hips, her thighs, her knees. He removed her shoes, then slid the shorts and panties completely off, tossing them to the floor.
• With her clothes out of the way, he unfastened his slacks, the sound of his zip loud in the quiet room as he pushed them down just enough to free his cock.
• It was hard, curving up toward his stomach. The tip was wet. He took himself in hand and stroked once, his gaze locked on Adriana, who was trying not to look terrified of his length.She had taken it before, before her rebirth, but why did it look bigger?
• He moved over her, bracing a knee on the bed between her legs, and the head of his cock nudged against her, slick with her wetness and his. He held himself there, poised at her entrance.
• “I won't hurt you,” he promised before he pushed inside, slowly until a burning fullness stole the air from her lungs. Adriana’s eyes flew open, and her mouth formed a silent ‘O’ of shock.
• He didn’t stop. He couldn’t. The tight, wet heat of her was a vice, a perfect, agonizing fist around him. He groaned, the sound torn from deep in his chest, his control shredding as he sank deeper, an inch, then two, the resistance profound, her body yielding to his with a sharp, burning ache.
• “Breathe,” he gritted out, his voice raw. His forehead dropped to hers. His breath was hot and ragged against her lips. “Just breathe, Adriana.”
• She sucked in a shuddering gasp. Her hands, which had been limp at her sides, flew up to clutch at his biceps. Her nails dug into the hard muscle there, anchoring herself to the pain, to him. He was everywhere. Filling her. Splitting her open until he was buried to the hilt. He stilled, fully sheathed inside her, his body trembling with the effort of holding motionless. The feeling was catastrophic.
• She was impossibly full, stretched to a breaking point around the thick length of him, and a low, broken whimper escaped her throat.
• “Look at me.”
• Her gaze, glassy with tears, found his. “Don't worry, it'll pass,” he whispered, kissing away the tears before he moved.
• He found a rhythm. Slow, deep, punishing strokes that filled her completely on every inward push. The wet, slick sound of their joining filled the quiet room. Her whimpers turned into gasps before it turned into choked pants, then breathy sounds she didn’t recognize as her own.
• The pain was still there, but it was weaving itself into the pleasure now. Every drag of his cock over a spot deep inside made her thighs tremble. Every time he bottomed out, she felt him nudge a place that sent sparks up her spine.
• His pace increased. The slow, deep fucking became harder, more urgent. His hands slid under her, gripping her ass, tilting her hips to take him even deeper. The angle changed, and he hit that spot again, directly, relentlessly.
• “Seb—” His name was a sob, a plea, a prayer.
• “I know,” he growled, his breath coming in harsh pants. Sweat gleamed on his chest. “I feel it. You’re squeezing me so tight, baby. So fucking tight.”
• The coil within her was winding, tighter and hotter and deeper than before. It wasn’t on her clit this time. It was in her core, in the place he was filling, stretching, claiming with every brutal, perfect thrust. It was building from the inside out, a pressure so immense she thought she would fracture.
• Her climax didn’t crest. It detonated.
• It ripped through her with violence that obliterated thought, sound, sight. Her back arched off the bed as a silent scream locked in her throat. Her cunt clenched around him in a series of frantic, pulsing spasms, milking his cock, pulling him deeper into the convulsing heat.
• The sensation tore a roar from him. His rhythm became messy as he drove into her once, twice, three more times, his body locking rigidly above her. A hot, liquid rush flooded her depths as he came, his release pumping into her in thick, endless pulses. His groan was a raw, animal thing against her neck.
• He collapsed onto her, his full weight almost crushing her petite frame. They were both shaking and slick with sweat.
• The strong wind and crashing waves gradually subsided, and Sebastian looked at Adriana, who was sleeping with a gentle smile. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead deeply.
• He had finally reunited with her again—his girl.
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• Author Glossary:
• ¹ Out of the crocodile's mouth and into the tiger's den - It meant escaping one danger only to fall into another.