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He’s on top of me again as I’m still trying to calm down the shaking that is taking control, holding my head that was still hanging back and I don’t care if I fall because even if this was my last night spent on earth it would be with him and us falling together.

“It’s not over, Mireya,” he says as he stands to pick me up.

There’s no stopping now…

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Damien

Play - Sextape by Deftones

Passionate Souls

I should have stopped the moment she trembled against me. Instead, I held her tighter and tighter. Feeling the warmth of her skin against me. The worst part wasn't the sound she'd just made while her head hung over the edge and her thighs were practically strangling me. The worst part was the almost pathological need I had to hear her again.

Her cheeks were still flushed when I closed my front door. Beautiful in every forbidden way possible.

She feels limp against my arms as I bring her closer towards my body heat. I bend to kiss her again and her eyes widen as her lips part slightly like she’s tasting herself on my tongue.

My restraint has already abandoned me. My lips devour her as I take her further into the house, knowing exactly where this is going and still refusing to stop.

The hallway, then the room, and finally the bed, where I guide her down.

“I still have a lot to show you, Mireya. And you’re going to behave right?”

She smiles shyly before tugging my shirt closer as I lean closer to her. “Mister Caldwell, you’re full of words today. You should act on them.”

I hover above her, trapping her between my arms as I kiss her deeper, slower, while her fingers work my shirt open one torturous button at a time.

“Take it off.”

A soft satisfied smile lifts her swollen lips. “Kiss me again first.”

And I obey. I do. I kiss her deeper, until her taste floods my senses, until it feels like it’s running through my blood. I devour her, slower this time, like I’m learning her, like I’m ruining myself on purpose to feel it all over again.

There’s something almost wrong in the way I want her, something dark, something I should have buried the moment I realized her eyes were forever engraved in my mind.

But I don’t, I let it take over. Every part of me that I keep locked down, every hunger I pretend doesn’t exist, it all leads back to her. Only her.

“Tell me to stop,” I say.

Her fingers don’t leave my shirt, they pull instead. I almost fall on top of her but I resist, I want her to be sure, I want this to be good for her.

“No,” she breathes against my mouth. “I want to keep smiling.”

She wants to keep smiling… Her soft voice cracks under my ribs.

“Then look at me,” I manage.

And she does, she stays. Her hands move faster, pushing my shirt open with a passion that defies any rules we’ve established when we started this. As if she’s decided I’m not something she needs to be afraid of anymore, and I feel it when she finishes with the last button. The shift, the choice, the point where this stops being controllable anymore.

I breathe out wrong, wrecked. Her fingers catch the hem of my shirt and she pulls it up slowly, like she’s testing whether I’ll disappear under her hands or if she is even allowed to see me like this. I lean in, closer to her.

Touch me. Ruin me back.

The fabric slips off my shoulders and I feel the air hit my skin, but it doesn’t make me flinch.

That’s new.