𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦

02

Frankie Cosmos doubled the time it took to write this because i was singing

Just realized I wrote this chapter with the Oliver and Lucien dynamic and names and everything time to fucking rewrite it i hate this sm AHHHHH

400 WORDS DOWN THE DRAIN IM GOING TO BED

•Celesto's POV•

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         How could rich people possibly enjoy life? I've been here 2 days and I'm already bored. Damien insists on me staying in my room. I don't want to break his rules. My mother has tried to send me off many times before. None last more than a week. I suppose it's because I'm weak or something like that.

            I'm sure this one will be the same. It's a shame, I kinda like Damien. The way he holds me in his muscular arms. His delicate lips showering me with kisses. How could he possibly love me that much to make me feel such ways. I'm just a weak idiot. I'm only useful for my tears. I pass out easily, and frequently have panic attacks for absolutely no reason. I'm useless. I don't belong in this world. 

             My only purpose is to please. To please; bring wealth, and perhaps sexual pleasure. There's nothing more to my life. Certain people- everyone- find no use for me past that. I'm fine with it though. I like making people happy. Though it's rather costly to me; I must please. I must keep Damien happy.

            Seemingly on queue, the taller male walks in and flops on my bed. He grabs me and pulls me to lay atop him. I'm smaller- much smaller than Damien. His touch is aggressive yet gentle. It makes me desire him. His lust is unmatchable. I blush as my ass lays atop the bulge in his pants. Large bulge. " You've been a good boy, how about I reward you?" The words seemingly seductively flow off Damien's tongue. I nod rapidly.

            Damien's lips curve upwards. " Good boy." He mumbles. Circles are traced around my waist. He rubs me in all the right ways. My nerves flow away. My face heats up. Am I blushing that much? Damien flips me over and hovers over me. Lips smash against each other almost violently. A tongue fills my mouth. A small moan escapes my lips as he explores the area.

           His lips are so soft. His kiss is dangerous. Demanding and submissive at the same time. Dominate with a slight hint of softness. Incredibly skilled. It keeps me chasing after more. The feeling is amazing.

           " You're so sweet."  A mumble escapes Damien's lips during the short moment that he isn't attacking my lips. His cold fingers soothingly; perfectly, trace down my chest. He unbuttons the large white shirt I'm wearing which I'm assuming belongs to him. My nipples feel a slight strain as Damien fiddles with them. I squirm underneath him. His touch like a feather. A feather plucked from the wings of an angel. " Move anymore and this won't be to please you anymore." Minty breath tickles my ear as Damien whispers into it.

           He pulls my pants and boxers down in one swift motion. " Maybe I should leave you like this all the time. I'm the only one who sees you. Would you like that, hmm? Being all naked for me all the time?" Damien asks. I nod slowly. A smirk plasters on Damien's face once again. " I'm just kidding doll." He says teasingly. I whine, which is soon cut short by slender fingers entering my asshole. 

          I begin to squirm once again. Fuck. I messed up, didn't I?

(Smut so early on..why am i so horny 😭)

           " Aww doll, what a shame." Damien says with a fake pouty face. He gets up leaving me there alone. My cheeks warm up. I feel liquid run down them. Another streams down my face. Fuck, I'm crying. I messed up. I made him mad. I didn't mean to. I sit up and hold my head in my hands. I rapidly try to wipe my tears away as Damien returns. I can't. Why won't they stop. Either way he'd see the gold dust remaining on my cheeks. The extra shimmer in my eyes. I don't want to cry. He'll think I'm weak for crying. Then I'll be back to my mom in record time.

           I try my best to wipe the tears off my face as I feel Damien's emerald orbs fixated on me. He's disappointed- no- mad. Or, what expression is that?  " Angel, what's wrong?" Damien says running over to me. The pace of my breathing increases. How many breaths per 10 seconds is that? 3 per second is that even possible? 30 breaths in ten seconds. Am I going to pass out again. I need to stay conscious. I can't disappoint Damien.

           Is he talking to me? I can't hear anything. I feel as if I'm being drowned. Everything above water just a mere memory of how life was before I was now met with my doom. But there was no water flooding my airways. So why can't I breath anymore? I didn't breath that whole 10 seconds. My eyelids flutter. Not again.

          My eyelids flutter once again. Oh good, I didn't pass out. " Fuck Celesto! You scared me your heartbeat stopped for a second there." Damien says out of breath. I sit up slowly. " S-sorry." I mumble. Damien walks over to me and lifts my chin lightly. " It's okay Angel. What happened when I was gone? Was there someone in here?" A million more questions leave his lips. Fingers all over my body as he checks me for marks.

          " Angel, what caused the panic attack?" He asks me, his emerald eyes now with a red undertone. It was terrifying. So why the fuck did I find it attractive; lustful, am I mentally unstable? " U-uhm I'm not sure. Nothing like that has ever really happened before." I mutter out. Damien wraps me in for a hug. 

           Warm embrace is the best feeling I've ever felt. " Come on, let's get you showered." Damien says. He picks me up bridal style and carries me to the bathroom. His delicate fingers peel the remaining fabric off of my skin. Warm smile; could that be the best feeling I've ever felt? He lifts me into the shower. 

            Once Damien has showered me, applied lotion, styled my hair for me, picked out the comfiest and cutest outfit he could find for me, and showered me in kisses, the thing I was least expecting happened, he frowned. " Doll, I have to finish up some work." He says. I shake my head. " C-can I come?" I ask. Another warm smile. Must be a good sign.

           He nods. " Of course." His smile breaks any tension that was floating throughout the air. His emerald orbs no longer with any color undertone. Earlier, it was red, and then purple, and then pink. Now all it is is that emerald green I admire.

         My feet leave the floor as he swoops me up. " Couldn't have you walking, this filthy floor could have anything on it." Damien says. I look down in sadness. " It's not your fault angel, I couldn't have a maid clean it because no one is allowed in. While you're with me I'll have one clean it out." Damien says. Just nod my head in response.

 Im so tired I feel like I'm gonna pass out.

I dont even feel like looking at the word count before writing my ending author's note

This is all the story you get for this chapter

Dont be expecting frequent chapters

My night owl-ness is fading away, alas, there will be less writing due to the hours after 10:00 to around 3:00 am being my prime writing times

I went to bed at 11:30 tonight what is wrong with me

Word count: 1315