Beautifully Damned

thirty: crave

                              last time by giveon

Imogen.

Train wreck. That was how I felt right now. As the memories of those nights came back, I relived the moment. But at this moment that's not what I was concerned about. I couldn't stop thinking about Max, particularly the things he said.

The issue was that I was processing my pain, and he blew up in my face. I was hurt, in more ways than one. Yasmin had gone back to New York, she couldn't hold off any longer, so I was alone in Paris. It was my last night, since I leave in the morning. I'd been going to doctors appointments, and I finally got the all clear to fly.

Now the 'break-up' was bound to happen, and rather sooner than later. I feel like I was too caught up in the fantasy of the relationship that I couldn't see the gravity of it all. The fact is that we're not compatible and it would never work. I mean he probably doesn't even feel the same way I feel about him.

He'd tried calling and tried to see me but I couldn't betray myself and prolong my pain. My security had gotten tighter, so I wasn't as paranoid as before. I'd just finished packing and had my security help me put them beside the door since I still couldn't lift. I sat down on my couch, staring at the Paris night sky, as it was probably my last time doing so. It was late but I wasn't tired.

"Fuck it" I said standing up, walking towards the door.

I notified my security where we were going, and we made our way towards the elevator. I pressed the '11' and sighed. The elevator doors opened and I stepped out, feeling chills. I know I shouldn't, but I just needed to be back in his arms, I need to not feel this disgust on my skin. I trailed to his door, hesitantly knocking on it. The door swung open to reveal a rugged looking Maxime. He had stubble and he looked tired, his hair was messier than usual.

"Hey" I said

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" He asked as he moved to let me in

I walked in, looking around. I heard as he shut the door, causing me to jump softly and turn around. He stood there with his hands in his pockets, looking at me. He approached me, until I was staring into his piercing green eyes.

"Why're you here, Imogen?" He looked down at me

"I..." I trailed off, breaking eye contact to look at his chest.

"What do you want?" He lifted my chin

"....Just this last time" I spoke, stepping closer to place my hand behind his neck.

With no further words I stepped on my tippy toes and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling out bodies closer. He lifted my thighs, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I pulled away from the kiss and moved down to his neck, delivering butterfly kisses.

We reached a different bedroom than his, he set me down on the ground so I was standing. I kissed him again before I pushed him on the bed. He threw his shirt off as I walked forward, standing between his legs. I took off my shorts, revealing my lace underwear and he brought his hands up to squeeze my nipple through my top. I hesitated, before taking of my top.

I looked away, breathing heavy, "What are you doing?" He asked

I didn't respond, I only took my hand to softly touch my scar that was healing but still noticeable. It was a big scar and I'd gotten insecure about it because it took the appeal away from my body and constantly reminded me of the worst night of my life. Most days, I would try to hide it from him because I didn't like how the scar made me look, though I normally wouldn't care for male validation.

"Did I hurt you?" He took my hand away from where it covered

I shook my head, "It's ugly" I whispered

He looked at me, pulling me into him, delivering a kiss to my lips before going down to kiss the scar, "Stop that"

I looked past him, as he furrowed his brows and shook his head, "I love your body, you know that. You're beautiful, your scar is beautiful. Don't ever doubt that" He said.

I looked down into his eyes and nodded. Soon enough he ripped my panties off, licking his lips as he ran his hand down my dripping core. He stood, walking towards me, I retracted backwards until I was met with a wall, he roamed his eyes over my body,

"Incroyable" he whispered
[Translation: Incredible]

He licked his fingers off as he snapped on a condom. Pushing me against the wall, he brought my arms above my head with one hand. His other caressed and squeezed my ass, bringing one leg up against his shoulder. Before I could process what was about to happen, he placed himself at my entrance.

Maybe it was because I was standing but as he slowly entered, I gasped against his chest. I felt each and every inch of him fill me up. It took me a while to remember I was standing up, as his thrusts quickened. I moaned frantically. He met his lips with mine before picking up my other leg, holding them up against his chest. The sex swing Yasmin got me had nothing on him.

"Oh—Fuck! Just like that, just like that" I screamed

I ran my hands through his hair, tugging it softly as he quickened his speed. Suddenly he stopped, but only before he caught me off guard and tossed me up. He held me up with his hands on my ass, sitting me on his shoulders. He began to lick my cunt, sending his tongue in and out my entrance. I ran my hands through the top of his head.

My eyes rolled back as he sucked on my cunt, "Don't..stop—Max!" I screamed

He vigorously licked my clit, as he brought one hand up to work with his mouth. Words couldn't express how spaced out I was. I felt the pit in my stomach grow, and before I could speak, he did that thing with his tongue that dives me wild. I orgasmed then and there, not being able to control it. I screamed at the top of my lungs, I'm sure the entire block heard.

He walked to the bed, with me still on his shoulders. He dropped me on the mattress, I laughed as I bounced up.

"Montrez-moi combien je vais vous manquer" He whispered
[Translation: Show me how much you're gonna miss me]

I kneeled on the bed as he stood in front of me, I kissed him, slipping my tongue into his mouth. As he laid on the bed, I straddled him. Flipping my hair to the side, I pressed my palms on his chest, giving me balance. I rocked my hips against his shaft.

"You're such a tease" He smiled

I took my hand and placed him on my entrance. I slowly lowered myself, I shut my eyes and covered a whimper with a moan. I sped up and heard a small moan from him as I clenched my walls. As I felt my peak approach, I fell onto him.

Chest to chest, I gripped the sheets above. He brought his hips up, giving me a few fast thrusts. I bit his collarbone, and he groaned in response. I gasped as he slammed into me hard, he sat up. I continued to ride, wrapping my arms around his neck. I looked to the ceiling, Maxime brought his lips to my neck. I screamed feeling myself about to combust.

"I'm—Max!" I stammered

"Come chérie, come with me" He groaned

I let myself go, followed by a scream. His eyes shut, indicating he released. I sat there, looking into his eyes for a minute. Both of us bounced on to the bed, breathless.

"That was one hell of a goodbye" He breathed

"Mmmm" I hummed
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JUST THIS LAST TIME, DONT MAKE ME REGRET IT, I DONT WANNA SAY IT, LETS NOT OVERTHINK IT BABY
Some of y'all will be real mad at me, but it must be done