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“Look at the stars, Mireya. Show them how beautiful you are when I touch you.”

And I do. I look up, and my eyes are met with an endless dark blue sky, sparkling with an infinite amount of stars.

“They’re beautiful,” I whisper almost to myself.

His head disappears between my thighs and I hear him ripping my dress in shreds before feeling the cold fabric falling around me. “Keep looking at the stars,” he murmurs softly against my skin. “I’ll show you better ones to look at soon.”

I feel him opening my legs wider, pushing them further apart as his fingers tighten under my ass. My breathing turns rapid when I look up to see his head now placed between my legs. He spanks me, before he meets my eyes with a wicked grin. “I told you to keep your eyes up, Mireya.”

It stings, but it’s not painful, it’s warm. And I do, I look back up and feel him move between my legs. A tongue, soft and warm licking my thigh as his hand rips the only thing that was keeping me from being completely naked.

My panties fly out, shredded and the next thing I know, his mouth is already there.

“Oh–” I don’t even recognize the sound that’s coming out of me.

I hear him suck in a groan as if he’s savoring the taste of me losing it against his lips. My back arches as I try to breathe but he doesn’t seem to care, he keeps sucking and bruising my flesh with his mouth.

“You're dripping for me already, Mireya,” he tells me, looking up. “You can let go. I’ve got you.”

My legs wrap around him pushing his head closer without me even realizing it.

It’s not painful. Not at all. I don’t even register when I throw my head back further into the void. I feel the wind slapping me, I hear the waves crashing against the cliff, but nothing is scaring me. I’m floating between pleasure and serenity, and I never thought I’d reach that state without having to use drugs or alcohol. Without harming myself.

I feel him sucking more violently as his hand crawls back up on my body.

But then, the warmth of his mouth disappears from between my legs for a second too long and I feel his weight creeping up on top of me. The hand that was restraining mine loosens up before he touches my lips slowly.

“Tongue out, Mireya,” he says. I force myself to look up at him, confused, the pressure in my head making everything hazy. But he adds, softly, “Come on, I need you to suck them before I can use them.”

And I do it, hypnotized by the person I have in front of me. Not the soft Damien, he’s more brutal, more needy. My tongue circles his fingers without him breaking our eye contact. “Remember, even if it hurts, it isn't pain. Not with me,” he whispers before kissing me one last time and going back down, pushing my body further down the edge.

An agonizing moan escapes my lips at the contact of his finger inside me. One thrust. Over, and over again.

“Take them deeper. Can you do that for me?” He asks, voice deeper than the ocean that is threatening to engulf my soul beneath me, as he thrusts his fingers faster and faster. My body follows the motion, swaying and arching, bucking urgently, wanting more, needing more.

I hear him but I’m not there anymore.

I’m dizzy, my head burns, my eyes are watery, I can’t focus on anything apart from what’s happening inside me. The warmth, the escalation of pain turning to pleasure as he adds pressure with every thrust. I want to reply. Yes. With you I can. I want to say that I do feel how my body is betraying every ounce of anger I held against him for lying to me.

And it doesn’t feel wrong.

The stars are witnessing me unravel between his hands and all I can do is focus on them to not lose myself in whatever ecstasy this is.

He stops for a moment before spitting down on my clit and says, “Tell me if you want more.”

I lift my head up, my stomach tightening with the effort to look up at him, “Damien, please…”

He smiles, head titled as he’s burying his head between my thighs again, long fingers breaking me from the inside, harder and harder. So deep I can feel the veins pulsing.

Focus on the stars.

I try to speak but I feel my body exploding. It’s warm, messy, it’s everything I didn’t know I was capable of feeling. My legs shake as I keep his head pressed against me until the trembling stops, until the stars duplicate in the dark sky.

Until I can feel the tears falling down into the wind.

“Fuck…Damien…”

Screaming his name and hearing it echoing around us with the sound of the waves crashing more violently against the cliff wasn’t something I was prepared for. It feels good. It feels safe.