Please don't stop

Gracia's POV
I could still clearly recall the way he almost ravished me. I looked down at myself, already so set and soaked with my need, already wanting and craving the pleasure of being around him. I felt myself craving his touch so badly, making me yearn for his presence.
I can still recall the way he left without wanting to hurt me, and that was when I realized that no matter how bad some people claim to be, there's still good in them. I stood by the window while admiring everything that came with it. I felt my body tremble at the thought of anything happening to him; I won't be able to forgive myself if anything ever happens to him.
I lay on the bed. I tried to forget about him, but his thoughts still linger; his scent still drives me crazy.
With a deep breath, I finally realized that things can be better only if I give him more time and try to understand him.
I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. The next day arrived, and I stretched out my body, feeling relaxed. I climbed out of bed as I decided to take a shower. I turned towards the window and realized that the window was still open, which means he never came back yesterday. Worry was etched on my face, but I decided not to panic because he needed some space. I know that things would be too overwhelming for him right now, so I decided to focus on taking a shower. I removed my clothes and got into the shower as I allowed the water to cascade down my body, only to hear an approaching sound by the door. It made my heart skip a bit, making me imagine Adrian together with me in the shower. The door was pried open, and the person walked through the door as he wrapped his hand around me, fondling my breast. I could feel his hardness pressing against my buttocks; the thought of it was driving me crazy.
"Adrian..." My words came out husky and throaty.
"Why can't you forget about him and focus on me or us?" The voice of Zakuski echoed. I immediately opened my eyes and wiped the water on my face using my palms. I saw Zakuski standing inches away from him; he was butt naked, and his eyes were full of lust.
"What are you doing here, Zakuski?" I asked in horror as I tried covering myself with the silk clothes that were hung against the iron rod.
"I have made it clear that I don't want to ever set my eyes on you again, Zakuski, and you have the nerve to enter the bathroom without permission."
He walked up to me; his gaze was intense as he slowly shifted some strands of my hair. His gaze was fixed on me as he said, "I can see it in your eyes, Garcia. You can't deny the fact that you still care about me, that you still wish things didn't happen the way they did."
"Just stop; please leave," I said, while fighting the urge not to cry. I don't want him to see that I still care. I hate the fact that my wolf still yearns for him and the fact that he hurt and left us when we had needed him the most.
Before I could say a word again, he roughly pulled my lips for a kiss, wrapping both his hands around my neck while deepening the kiss. He was both rough and gentle. I desperately wanted to stop him, but my wolf wanted more from him. I was torn between.
He then carried me as he spread my legs, wrapping them around his waist. My wet buds were displayed as he gently stroked my insides using his hardness. I was losing control. I don't want to do this, but my wolf wanted it so badly.
'Please don't stop him, please.' My wolf was pleading like he was enjoying every moment of it, and it makes me feel the need to have him inside of me.
Suddenly the thought of Adrian seeped in, and the sad expression that was written all over his face before he had left came seeping in, which made me try to stop him, but he was so strong.
"You have a very strong energy that attracts me to you, Garcia, and I can't control it anymore. I want to be inside of you; please just let me." He husked.
"No, please, this is not right. I want you out of my life..." He didn't let me continue as he further spread my legs apart, then slipped his finger into my opening. He let out a husky moan. He then brought out his finger and licked it like it was his favorite juice. He then placed his large bulge, almost the same size as Adrian's, but his was slightly bigger. He was about to shove himself into me only to hear the voice of Adrian by the door.
"And when I still thought that nothing would break me more than the death of my mother, here you are, about to be fucked by a demon."