YOU LIED

Beatrice

"I'll never let you go."

His lips came down on mine in a tender kiss, his tongue slipping into the warmth of my mouth as our bodies pressed together. His hand traced along my jaw, fingertips brushing against my skin with such gentleness it made my heart ache. This wasn't like before, not like the careless touch of Mr. Robert. With Adrian, every kiss, and every caress felt intentional, like he wanted to know every inch of me.

My heart raced as I let myself sink deeper into the kiss, feeling his lips part against mine, his tongue slipping past my own with a slow, patient hunger.

I couldn't help but feel guilty. I hadn't been completely honest with him about everything. I'd lied about my age, terrified that if he knew the truth, he'd have called the cops. But right now, wrapped in his arms, I couldn't bear the thought of us being separated. I never wanted to be apart from him.

A shaky breath escaped me as his hand slid up to cup my face, cradling me like something precious. "Adrian..." I whispered, my voice catching. I wanted to tell him, confess everything, but I was too afraid. What if he left?

My voice trailed off when I followed his eyes down to where he slipped his hand into my shirt, caressing my bare stomach. His fingers traced the curve of my breast, kneading and circling around my nipple as his eyes held mine, intense and full of so much warmth that made me feel exposed, vulnerable, but safe all at once.

A soft moan escaped my lips as I squirmed, lowering my hand to touch him through his boxers.

He groaned the moment my fingers slipped in to wrap around his shaft. He was so thick, so hard. It made me wonder if all of it would fit inside me.

I ran my fingers up and down his boner, feeling him rock against my grasp, desperate for more.

"Fuck...you're killing me," Adrian muttered, throwing his head back. His hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me against his chest as he whispered, "You drive me crazy, Bea."

The throaty sound of his voice sent shivers down my spine. I leaned forward to kiss down his neck while stroking faster.

Adrian groaned, flipping me onto my back. He hovered over me, the look in his eyes was proof that he wanted me as much as I needed him.

"Please, Adrian. I want you." I reached out to grab his boner that was already sticking out of his boxers. "I need you."

Those words seemed to ignite something within him.

We struggled to slip my shirt off and his mouth came down upon my breasts, sucking hard, nibbling, licking while one hand kneaded whichever wasn't claimed by his lips.

My knees buckled underneath me and I gasped, arching as he tasted me. If only I'd met him sooner. I almost cried at the thought.

Adrian lowered himself, guiding his hardness between my legs, and slowly slid inside me.

I cried out, gripping his shoulders.

"Shit!" He grunted, probably startled by how tight I was.

I didn’t want him to pull away, so I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Adrian. I need you.” I pleaded.

He slowly pushed inside my wetness, moving so carefully that my walls adjusted to accommodate his size.

My back arched and I could feel tears stinging the back of my eye, but I never let go. When he began to move, the pain was gone.

Adrian being inside me was a sensation I’d never felt before. Like it was always meant to be this way. For that moment, nothing else mattered, just this man above me.

My body craved him like nothing else. It pulsed and throbbed beneath his fingers and hips as we rocked together, grinding against each other. It was so intense I thought I’d pass out. I was burning. His lips on mine felt like fire—warm, but not enough to burn. I wanted more of him.

I screamed out in pleasure as he rode me. Harder, faster. My nails dug into his back and my muscles clenched around him. He was so big that I felt like he’d rip me apart—somehow I wanted him to.

“You’re so fucking tight, Bea.” He grunted, sinking his teeth into the crook of my neck.

The feeling was so overwhelming that tears slipped out of my eyelids as I held him close. I almost melted in his arms. I wanted to.

With one last grunt, he came undone, collapsing onto his side. I never let go. Our naked bodies fitting perfectly together.

“I love you, Adrian,” I whispered, but he’d already passed out. It was the first time I’d said those words and truly meant it. It was also the first time I’d truly felt secure and all I wanted was for him to say he loved me back.

***

The next morning, Adrian seemed a bit panicky when he saw the blood. I’d heard that one bleeds out after losing their virginity but I hadn’t expected to bleed that much. I knew he felt guilty even though I was the one who’d crawled into his bed.

I didn’t feel guilty though and if I had the chance to, I would do it all over again.

Just like that, we spent the next few nights making love and those days were the happiest in my entire life.

By the time I’d stayed a little over a month at his place, I found out that I was pregnant.

Adrian panicked again, but I told him that I wanted to have his baby, that it’d be alright. I knew he was worried about money—about his dreams being ruined, but I promised not to hold him back. Unlike my father, Adrian wasn’t loaded with cash. I planned on working too.

Any way I could help.

He wanted to take me to a hospital to get a scan done, but I was scared that we’d get caught. I even worried about him seeing posters of me missing during his drive but he never seemed to drive that deep into the city.

Two months passed and we were eating mostly canned foods twice a day. Adrian had begged me to go to a hospital time after time—he was worried about the baby not getting enough nutrients, yet I refused.

One day, we argued and he walked out, saying he would find a nurse to come see me.

Minutes turned to hours and after a few days, I knew that Adrian wasn’t coming back. I was terrified, worried that something had happened to him. I wanted to go out and look for him but had no idea where to start. I cried my heart out, blaming myself for arguing with him.

On the third day, the house was raided by the police and my parents. They embraced me in tears, saying that I was safe now.

I told them I needed to find Adrian, something must have happened to him. I was carrying his child!

Nobody listened to me. They all thought I’d been abducted and raped. They wanted me to get rid of the baby.

It was the first time I ever crossed my parents. If they wanted to get rid of Adrian’s baby, I would kill myself.

And so I waited for Adrian to come back. I couldn’t go to school anymore and had to do home lessons.

I birthed a baby boy—Micheal, who looked just like his dad. I recorded all his first so I could show Adrian whenever he came back. I never wanted to think that he was dead but I knew he wouldn’t just leave me. One year turned to five and then to ten. I couldn’t love anyone anymore and my heart had turned cold.

But even after all those years, Adrian never came back. Somehow, I knew he never will. But I couldn’t accept it. I couldn’t accept that I’d wasted a decade waiting for a man who had abandoned me. Not when I still loved him…