Aria pov
When we reached the bedroom. He lowered onto the mattress with surprising gentleness, then stepped back. His eyes raked over —slow, reverent, starving.
"You’re so fucking beautiful," he said, voice low and thick. "Every ti I look at you I still can’t believe you’re real. That you’re mine again."
I sat up on my elbows, held his gaze for one charged second, then pushed myself to the edge of the mattress and reached for him — pulling him back by his shirt until he was standing between my knees. My fingers attacked his buttons.
"I’m real." One button, then another. "And I’m yours, just like you’re mine."
"Always." He helped strip the shirt away. Muscles flexed under my palms—hard planes of chest, ridged abdon, the dark trail of hair disappearing into his waistband. I traced it with my fingertips and felt him shudder.
We tore at clothes together. My blouse. His belt. My skirt bunched and shoved down my thighs. His trousers and briefs kicked off in one impatient motion. Then my bra—hooks snapping free. Panties dragged down my legs until I was bare beneath him.
He braced himself over , arms caging my head. For a heartbeat we just stared. "Hi," he murmured, the corner of his mouth lifting in that rare, soft smile.
"Hi." I cupped his jaw, thumb brushing the stubble there. "I love you."
"I love you too." His kiss was slower now, deeper, tongue stroking mine like he was morizing the taste. "More than I ever thought I could love anyone."
But he didn’t push inside yet. Instead, he broke the kiss and trailed his mouth lower—down my throat, across my collarbone, lingering at my breasts. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking, while his hand rolled the other, drawing sharp gasps from .
He went lower still, placing open mouthed kisses over my stomach, my hips, the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. He nudged my legs wider with his shoulders, settling between them.
When his head hovered over my soaked folds, I threaded my fingers through his dark hair, tugging lightly.
"Damien..."
"Tell what you want." His warm breath ghosted over my clit, making shiver. "Use your words, love."
"Your mouth," I breathed, hips already lifting toward him. "I need your tongue on . Please."
He gave it without hesitation. Slow licks at first—long, flat strokes from my entrance to my clit that made my hips jerk off the mattress. Then he focused—circling my swollen clit with the tip of his tongue, flicking it lightly, sucking it gently between his lips while two thick fingers slid inside , curling upward against that sensitive front wall in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
The pleasure built fast, coiling tight. My thighs trembled around his head. My fingers tightened in his hair. Moans spilled out—loud, shaless. He groaned against , the vibration sending sparks up my spine.
I ca hard—waves crashing through , walls fluttering around his fingers as I cried his na, body arching, toes curling.
He kissed his way back up my body, lips shiny with , tasting of salt and arousal.
"Beautiful," he murmured against my mouth, letting taste myself on his tongue. "I could watch you co forever."
I was still trembling, still catching my breath, when I pulled him closer. "Now," I whispered. "I need you inside now."
He notched himself at my entrance. The broad head nudged my slick, sensitive folds, parting just enough to make gasp. Then he pushed inside—slow at first, stretching inch by thick inch as we both groaned loudly.
"God..." His forehead dropped to mine. "I missed this. Missed being buried inside you. Missed the way your pussy grips like it never wants to let go."
"Move," I begged, hips tilting up. "Please, Damien. I need you deeper."
He pulled back almost all the way—only the tip still inside—then thrust forward hard. Deep. Filling completely.
My nails dug into his shoulders as a sharp cry tore from my throat.
He set a rhythm—desperate, possessive. Each stroke dragged against every sensitive place inside . The wet sound of our bodies eting filled the room, filthy and perfect.
"You feel so fucking good," he growled against my ear. "Tight. Hot. Wet. Like you were made to take my cock."
"I was." I locked my ankles behind his back, pulling him impossibly deeper. "We were made for each other. Partners... in everything."
"Partners." His hips snapped harder. "Equals. Mine."
"Yours." I scored my nails down his back. He hissed, cock jerking inside . "And you’re mine."
"Always." He changed the angle—deeper, harder—and hit that spot that made white sparks burst behind my eyes.
I cried out, loud and shaless.
"That’s it," he rasped. "Let hear you. Every fucking sound. I want them all."
I gave them to him. Moans. Gasps. Broken whimpers of his na.
His hand slid between our bodies. Rough fingertips found my clit—swollen, slick, throbbing—and circled with perfect pressure.
My back bowed off the bed. "Damien!"
"Co for , baby." His voice was cold. "Let feel that pretty pussy squeeze my cock. Co all over ."
The second orgasm crashed through —hard, blinding. My walls fluttered and clenched around his thick length, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through my body. I scread his na, thighs shaking, toes curling.
"Yes—fuck—yes." His rhythm stuttered. "So beautiful when you co. So perfect. Mine."
He kept moving through my aftershocks, chasing his own release. I lifted a hand to his face, forcing his eyes to mine.
"I love you," I said clearly. "I love you so much it still scares ."
His control snapped. He slamd in one last ti—deep, brutal—and ca with a hoarse shout of my na. Hot pulses flooded inside . His whole body shuddered, muscles locked tight as he emptied himself.
We stayed joined, breathing ragged, hearts hamring against each other.
After long monts he eased out slowly—both of us hissing at the loss—then rolled to his side and pulled against his chest. His fingers drew lazy circles on my damp spine.
"I rember everything," he said quietly. "The sound you made, that spot that made you tremble, when you ca apart under . I lived inside those mories for years."
I pressed a kiss to his collarbone. "Then you know exactly what you almost lost forever."
"I do." He tipped my chin up. "And I’ll spend my life proving I deserve this second chance"
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