Promise Me

Garcia's POV.
The morning rays peeked through the window. I opened my eyes, and my gaze searched when I realized I was the only one on the bed. With a deep breath, I managed to lift myself up in the bed. My gaze searched in desperation while looking for Adrian, but he was nowhere to be found. I tried climbing out of bed; I felt sore down there, making me let out a muffled sound of pain. Someone walked through the door, and I noticed Adrian. He had a broad smile, and I could notice his damp hair, his seductive body, luscious lips, and, more so, his beautiful silver eyes that made him drop-dead gorgeous. He has always been handsome and perfect, but today it was like he was different. He was holding a tray of food as he walked towards me and sat beside me on the bed; he offered the tray of food for me to eat.
I puckered my lips; it was like he understood my unspoken words, which made him chuckle a bit before he fetched a spoonful of the food and gestured it towards my lips.
The flavor tasted different; it was blissful and heavenly. I couldn't swallow the food, making sure I savored the taste.
"Are you okay? Is the food peppery? Or salty?" He asked, his voice etched with concern.
I turned to look at him. "You made this?" I asked.
"Yes..." He paused as he slid his hand behind his neck, unable to look me in the eyes.
"Thank you, because I can't describe the feeling; the food is so delicious." I said my heart raced faster when he leaned closer to me and immediately sealed his lips with mine, making me feel the tingling butterflies in my tummy. I can't seem to get enough of him even if I wanted to; it was like I always found myself craving more and more of him, which made me wonder how someone could be so perfect.
He pulled away, his breath was ragged, and I could see his growing bulge. I smiled because even though I was sore down there, I still wanted him, which was quite unusual.
"Please eat; don't let the food get cold." He tried averting the topic, which I clearly understood. I don't want to make things even more uncomfortable than they already are.
We then ate together while enjoying each other's company. Before I could react, he swiftly carried me into his strong, manly arms as he took steady strides towards the bathroom, placed me into the bathtub, filled the water with foam, and gently scrubbed my body like my skin was a priceless ornament.
His gaze was fixated on my nipples as he sucked in a breath, almost like he was trying to control himself.
"What have you done to me, Garcia..." He husked.
"Nothing, we're just fated to be with each other, and we can no longer fight the bond anymore."
He smiled, his thought was distant as he leaned closer to my ears as he whispered, "When it comes to you, I feel like it's more than just a bond; there's more. There's a stronger link between us that I can't seem to explain."
When those words escaped his lips, I could feel his emotions through his words, and I could see every detail of it just from looking into his eyes, which was weird.
"Please don't ever think of leaving me, and don't think of going back to Zakuski. He was your past, and I want it to remain that way, because I won't be able to bear the thought of you being in someone else's arms; it'll kill me."
I smiled and stretched out my hands towards his cheeks as I slid my hand around them while encouraging him that everything would be fine and he didn't need to feel that way.
"I'm yours, Adrian."
"Promise me."
I understand his insecurities, especially recalling the fact that we were in an intimate situation with Zakuski, so I let out a sigh before I answered, "I promise, I am yours."
His smile broadened before he came closer to me, sealed his lips with mine again, and slid his right hand to my thighs as he found my flowery bud and massaged it gently inside the water, which made me let out a muffled moan.
'He's mine alone, and fuck, he's just so perfect for me,' my wolf cursed within me. I could feel my drenched fluids mixing with the water. Before I could understand what was happening, I felt his strong hands pull me out of the water. He carried me like I weighed a few pounds. His kisses became rougher and full of urgency, like he couldn't wait anymore. The way he roughly spread my legs apart, exposing my needy body to him, made me almost squirm in pleasure, because I'm beginning to like the feeling of being taken roughly.
Suddenly a knock alerted both of us; it took every inch of self-control to be able to pull apart before he let go of me and went towards the door. Gladly, he had his shorts on, and that was when he noticed Elliot, his trusted guard, as he said with terror in his eyes, "The kingdom is on fire; we have been ambushed by the demons."