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THIRTY-ONE

FREYA

He pinned me down below him, my back still pressed against the warm surface of the bike. Aftershocks of pain still pulsed through my stomach, and the memory of blades cutting into my skin was still raw and fresh. Yet a soul with scars was better than a body branded with shame.

His hand inched further down, dipping beneath the lace of my underwear, moving in slow motion, teasing me. His fingers curled and hooked inside me and pulled me in as my lips parted in a desperate moan before my body could catch up.

“Now the forgetting part,” he whispered into my ear as his lips made their way down my neck and left slow, hot kisses on my skin.

I lost control.

My hips rolled in harmony with his hand, my body relaxing, surrendering to the passion he wove between his fingers. He pulled them out, his fingertips tracing up and around my clit in swift slaps and tantalizing circles.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped between groans.

“You want more, don’t you?” he teased as he bit my nipple between his teeth and sucked on it just hard enough to send another wave of pleasure right between my legs. He kissed a slow, hot path up my neck. “Say it.”

I bit on my fingers and swallowed a moan as he inserted his fingers in again, deeper this time.

“I want more,” I whined. “Yes.”

“Beg for it,” he instructed, his fingers pressing harder, curling up and striking the spot where I unraveled in his dark brown eyes.

I breathed in sharply, my spine curving, my legs shaking.

His thumb touched my clit, pressing and rolling and teasing, as his fingers worked tirelessly inside me. His lips came crashing down on mine, his tongue taking over and forcing mine into submission. His kiss had something in it, something deep and consuming, and it made me forget everything else.

I reached up and grabbed the overhead lighting on the bike as my body trembled in uncontrollable waves of pleasure. My cries tore through the darkness, raw and breathless.

He pulled his fingers out and teased me, tracing them over my clit and covering me all at once. Then, there were two sharp slaps. A shock of it ran through me and made me whimper.

Instead of pushing his fingers back into place, his hands drifted to my hips and then my back, picking me up so that I straddled him. His arms wrapped around my waist, my breath mingled with his, my eyes on his lips. His lips were so close, taunting mine. I needed to be lost in them once again.

I rolled my hips into his, teasing, grinding against his jeans and leaving a shiny stain behind.

“You’re teasing me,” he growled against my lips, his mouth rubbing against mine. His hands grasped my ass, his fingers digging in as he lifted me up, leaving the bike in the background as he led me further into the woods. With each step he took, my body leaned harder into his, in need of his touch.

“I want you to see stars when you’re fucking me, Little Star,” he breathed quietly. “And there is only one place where you’ll be able to see them crystal clear.”

He walked me for less than a minute and led me to the secret lagoon at the lake. Trees still had fall leaves on them, grass a green and yellow patchwork, and yet this spot somehow stood out from the rest of what surrounded us, as if no one else knew it existed except us. This spot was different from the rest of the woods behind us. The sky here was open and broad, the darkness making the stars shine brighter.

He took me to the ground, my feet sinking into the cold of the dirt beneath me. Turning once again to face him, he had started to unbutton his shirt, then his trousers. His belt clinked loudly in the silence of the night, just before it thudded dully on the earth as it dropped. His shirt followed and he spread it out on the ground to use as a cover.

“Lie down,” he whispered in my ear.

I didn’t hesitate to follow his order, my shirt sliding over my shoulders and falling to the side of his. He knelt in front of me, his hands on my hips, pulling me towards him. His eyes met mine, burning with desire.

“It’s only you and me and the stars this evening,” he said.

“And the wild beasts looking at us,” I teased, my lips twisting.

His black smirk spread across his lips, his fingers digging into the earth by my head, holding me in place. “The only thing that will be wild this night, Little Star, will be us.”

His lips crushed against mine as his cock slid over my clit in slow, agonizing strokes, moving down and then up again. My body craved more, but he only teased me by pushing in at the tip.

I trembled against his chest, holding him tighter, unable to wait any longer. I needed him. I needed this.

He let me take control, roll my hips, riding the thick length of him at my own pace. A low groan rumbled against my lips as he whispered, “You feel so damn right.”

Then he shifted, lifting my legs, folding them together, and resting them against his right shoulder. His left thigh pressed against my hip, his right bracing beneath my ass.

His cock was only halfway in, but I could already feel every inch, every thick, pulsing vein stretching me open. And when he finally pushed inside, my hands clawed at the grass, stealing breath from my lungs.

His pace started slow, torturous. My inner flesh clenched around him, desperate, already milking him. He was too thick, too deep, filling me to the point of madness.

Then he thrust harder.

His rhythm grew relentless, every stroke deeper, sharper, making my body tighten, my moans louder. My ass slapped against his thighs as he fucked me, each movement sending sparks of pleasure through every nerve.

I could feel my body surrendering completely.

Crazy how you can become so addicted to someone you once were afraid of. How, without them, you don’t know how to exist anymore.

Because no one else could ever make you feel this way.

His pace didn’t slow, each thrust sending shockwaves through my body, our moans filling the night air. The fever between us left no space for anything else, just us. I felt the way my breasts moved with every deep stroke, the way he owned every inch of me.

Then, without warning, he stopped.

He spread my legs wider, locking them onto his shoulders before leaning in, pressing them back until my thighs brushed my chest. My eyes widened, my breath hitched, and my lips parted in a silent gasp as he sank impossibly deeper.

I clenched around him, my fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt beneath me, holding onto it. He kept thrusting, kept pushing further inside, stretching me beyond my limits.

Our eyes met. His gaze was wild, dark, and consuming. I moaned again, my body trembling beneath him. Then his lips brushed against mine, his breath ragged as he whispered,

“Eyes to the stars.”

A pause.

“Touch yourself.”

I shuddered at his command. Slowly, I pushed my gaze up into the starry night sky above us, stars shining brighter than they had before. My hand drifted between my breasts and down my stomach, my fingers tracing the place where he was pushing into me.

I felt him moving inside me, felt how soaked I was, how open and ruined for him I’d become. My fingers touched my clit lightly at first and then harder and faster as they matched the brutal tempo of his thrusts.

“Oh, God. Oh,” I groaned into his mouth, every fiber of my being clenching up and constricting and waiting to shatter.

“Scream for me, Little Star,” he groaned out in shattered tones, his head falling backward as he lost himself in me.

His cock pulsed inside me, and I knew he was close. I clenched harder, my body gripping him, pulling him, dragging him even deeper. It was almost too much.

I could feel him strain to keep pushing, his movement spasmodic and desperate, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. His name fell from my lips in a broken moan. “Lucius…”

That was all it took.

He pressed his face into my throat, growling and moaning, his body shuddering as he thrust into me for the final time. I broke apart around him, my body writhing, pleasure so intense it pushed him deeper despite my inner flesh pushing him out.

He collapsed on me, his breath warm on my skin, his lips curled into a satisfied smile on my throat.

I saw stars tonight.

It wasn’t just the sky.

It was him . It was the way he made me feel. I belonged, as if I was whole again, as if I was no longer a broken thing anymore.

I was his star, and I finally understood it.

Stars shine brighter when in love.

I lay against his chest, my fingers tracing slow, lazy paths over his skin. I followed every tattoo he had with the tip of my finger, over and over, trying to remember them. I couldn’t stop. I was addicted.

“Tell me something no one knows,” he said, his breath warm against the top of my head.

I chuckled. “You already know almost everything.”

“No, I don’t.” His fingers brushed a stray strand of hair from my shoulder, his touch lingering.

“Like what?” I teased, lifting my head slightly. “You know my darkest secrets. And I’m pretty sure I know yours, too.”

He smirked. “I don’t know your favorite color.”

I rolled my eyes, but he went on.

“Or your favorite flower,” he added. “Or your favorite ice cream flavor.”

I huffed. “Okay, fine. Maybe you don’t.”

His fingers trailed lightly along my shoulder. “So?”

I sighed, settling back against him. “Beige.”

He let out a short laugh. “Is that even a color?”

“It is,” I said, pretending to be exasperated. “For flowers—red roses.”

He hummed as if considering. “And let me guess... strawberry ice cream?”

“Nope,” I grinned. “Vanilla.”

His laugh rumbled beneath me. “Vanilla? That’s such a plain flavor.”

I pinched his skin in protest. “It’s the best flavor. You can mix it with everything.”

“Alright, you win,” he chuckled, hands raised in surrender. “But that might be the most boring list of favorites ever.” He exaggerated the last word, dragging out the ‘v’ like he was offended.

“Oh, yeah?” I sat up, crossing my arms. “What’s yours, then?”

“Black,” he said. “Chocolate. And I like roses too.” His smile deepened. “See? I have personality.”

I arched a brow. “At least your choices match your soul.”

“And you,” he whispered against my skin, “love every last shadow of it.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but his smirk widened.

“Admit it, Little Star,” he said, voice low. “You’ve fallen for me.”

I said nothing.

“You did,” he chuckled, pressing a palm to his chest as if sealing the truth. “You’re mine.”

Still, I said nothing.

But he knew.

I am his.