Aria pov
I shifted slightly against him and felt it—the unmistakable hardness pressing against my thigh through the hospital gown. Heat flooded through , pooling low in my belly.
"Seriously, Damien?" I lifted my head to look at him, trying to sound stern. "You’re supposed to be sick."
His ice-blue eyes were darker now, pupils dilated. "I am sick." His hand slid from my hip to cup my ass, pulling tighter against him. "Sick with wanting you. It’s been killing all day."
The hospital gown did nothing to hide how hard he was. I could feel every inch of him pressed against , hot and insistent. My breath caught.
"The nurses could walk in," I whispered, even as my body betrayed , pressing closer.
"I don’t care." His other hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back. "Let them see, let everyone see that you’re mine."
His arrogance should have annoyed , but instead it sent electricity straight through my core. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to ease the ache building there.
"You were drugged a few hours ago," I tried again, but my voice ca out breathy. "You need to rest."
"I need you." His lips found my neck, hot and demanding. "I need to feel you."
His teeth grazed my pulse point and I gasped, my fingers digging into his chest. I could feel his heart pounding beneath my palm, as fast as mine.
"Aria." My na on his lips sounded desperate. His hand moved from my ass to slide up my thigh, pushing my skirt higher. "Please. I need"
His hips shifted, grinding against . The friction was almost too much. I bit my lip to keep from making a sound, but a small whimper escaped anyway.
"That’s it," he breathed against my ear. "Let hear you."
His hand reached between us, palming himself through the thin gown. I watched, transfixed, as he stroked himself slowly, his jaw clenching. The sight sent heat coursing through .
"Damien," I breathed, my hand joining his.
He groaned, a deep sound that vibrated through his chest. "God, Aria. Your touch"
I could feel how hard he was, hot and thick beneath my palm. The hospital gown was barely a barrier. His hips thrust up into our joined hands and I squeezed, earning another groan.
"We can’t," I whispered, even as I stroked him. "Not here. Not now."
"Just this." His hand covered mine, guiding my movents. "Just need to feel you touching . Been dreaming about it all day."
His free hand slid higher up my thigh, fingers finding the edge of my panties. When he brushed against through the fabric, I gasped. I was already wet, aching for him.
"Fuck, you’re soaked," he growled, his fingers rubbing slow circles. "All for ?"
I couldn’t answer. My head fell forward against his chest as he worked through my panties, his fingers knowing exactly where to press. The pressure built, coiling tighter in my belly.
"Look at ," he commanded.
I lifted my head. His eyes were wild, face flushed. He looked nothing like the controlled CEO everyone feared. He looked undone.
"This is real," he said, his fingers pressing harder. "You and . This. Say it."
"It’s real," I gasped, my hand pumping him faster. "I’m—fuck—I’m yours."
He rewarded by pushing aside my panties and plunging two fingers inside —not deep, just enough to stretch my entrance and curl against that spot that made my vision white out.
"That’s it," he snarled against my ear. "Ride my fingers. Milk my cock with that tight little hand. I want to feel you clench when you co."
The footsteps in the hallway grew louder—nurses laughing about sothing mundane. My heart slamd against my ribs, but neither of us stopped. If anything, the risk made it dirtier.
"They could co in," I whispered, but neither of us moved our hands.
"Let them." His fingers kept working, relentlessly. "Want everyone to know you’re mine."
A moan built in my throat and I had to bite it back.
"Don’t hold back," he growled. "Want to hear you fall apart for ."
His fingers fucked into in shallow, punishing thrusts, thumb grinding relentless circles on my clit. My inner walls fluttered around him, greedy, desperate. I cried out, too loud, and he slapped his other hand over my mouth, muffling the sound while his hips fucked up into my fist.
"Shh," he breathed, but his fingers didn’t stop. "As much as I want them to hear you scream my na, we should probably be quiet."
I nodded against his hand, my own hand working him faster. He was close, I could tell by the way his muscles tensed, the way his breathing turned ragged.
The footsteps passed by our door without stopping. As soon as they faded, Damien’s hand dropped from my mouth to grip my hair, pulling my face to his. The kiss was desperate, hungry, all tongue and teeth.
"Co for ," he demanded against my lips. "Want to feel you."
His command, combined with the pressure of his fingers, sent over the edge.His fingers sped up, curling harder, thumb flicking my clit in brutal little strokes.
The coil in my belly snapped without warning—pleasure crashed through in violent waves. I shattered against his hand, thighs clamping around his wrist, muffled cries vibrating against my palms as my walls pulsed and fluttered around his invading fingers.
He groaned at the feel of coming, his cock jerking hard in my grip, so close I could feel the telltale swell at the base.
But then his hand shot down, prying my fingers off him with iron control.
"No," he panted, chest heaving. "Not like this. I’m not coming all over this fucking hospital gown. Not when I haven’t even been inside you yet."
His cock stood flushed and angry between us, glistening, veins pulsing, the head dark and slick—but he held himself back, jaw clenched, eyes burning into mine.
"When I finally co," he promised, voice low and dangerous, "it’s going to be deep inside you where it belongs. Until then... you keep right on the edge, baby. Just like I’m keeping you."
He slowly withdrew his fingers from , bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean with a filthy, deliberate lick, never breaking eye contact.
"Next ti," he murmured,
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