ARIA’S POV - Saturday Morning, 8:47 AM
Aria woke slowly, consciousness returning in waves.
The first thing she registered was exhaustion....bone-deep, total, the kind that ca from being thoroughly used. Her entire body felt heavy, like soone had replaced her bones with lead.
The second thing was soreness. God, the soreness. Every muscle ached. Her thighs burned. Her core felt swollen and tender, a constant reminder of everything Damien had done to her yesterday.
Six tis. He’d made her co six tis in the bedroom alone. Then once more against the bathroom wall. Then held her impaled on his cock in the bathtub for what felt like hours.
She should feel destroyed. Should feel like she’d survived a natural disaster.
Instead, she felt claid. Possessed. Thoroughly, completely his.
She opened her eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.
And found herself staring directly at Damien.
He was lying beside her, still asleep, his face relaxed in a way she rarely saw when he was awake. The harsh lines of command and control smoothed away, leaving just the man underneath....beautiful and vulnerable and hers.
Her heart clenched.
This was real. He was real. They were really back together, really trying, really building sothing that could last.
The surreality of it overwheld her. After everything....the lies, the betrayal, the devastating separation.....they were here. In his bed. Together. In love.
She couldn’t resist touching him.
Her hand lifted almost of its own accord, fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw, the sharp edge of his cheekbone, the curve of his lips that had been on every part of her body yesterday.
His skin was warm beneath her fingertips, smooth except for the slight stubble darkening his jaw. She traced his features with reverent care....the straight line of his nose, the arch of his eyebrows, the small scar near his temple she’d never noticed before.
He was so beautiful it made her chest ache.
Her fingers drifted lower, tracing his collarbone, the defined muscles of his chest, the ridges of his abs....
"Are you done molesting while I sleep?"
His voice....rough with sleep but edged with amusent....made her jump.
Her eyes flew to his face and found him watching her, those dark eyes fully alert despite his relaxed posture.
"I....I’m sorry. I didn’t an to wake you...."
"You didn’t wake ." His hand shot out, gripped her wrist, pressed her palm flat against his chest so she could feel his heart beating. "I’ve been awake for the past ten minutes watching you watch ."
Her face heated. "Then why didn’t you say sothing?"
"Because I wanted to see what you’d do. Wanted to see if you’d keep touching or if you’d stop." His eyes darkened. "And now I’m fucking hard because you spent ten minutes running your hands all over like you own ."
She could feel it....the hard length of his cock pressing against her thigh through the thin sheet covering them.
"I’m sorry," she whispered, even though she wasn’t. Not really.
"No, you’re not." He pulled her hand lower, pressed it against his erection. "Feel what you do to ? How hard I am from just your touch? I think i didn’t drain you enough yesterday if you’re waking up this morning wanting to molest ."
"I wasn’t...I was just..."
"Just what? Just touching ? Just running your hands all over my body? Just making so fucking hard I can barely think straight?" His grip on her wrist tightened. "What are you going to do about it, Aria? You caused this. What are you going to do to fix it?"
Before she could answer, he was moving, rolling her onto her back and positioning himself between her thighs.
"Damien...." Panic flared. "Wait, I can’t...I’m still so sore from yesterday...."
"Then why did you choose to tease early in the morning?" He settled his weight over her, his cock pressing against her entrance through their combined arousal. "You know I’m already struggling with control where you’re concerned. Struggling to keep my hands off you even when I know I should let you rest."
"I wasn’t trying to tease...."
"Weren’t you?" He kissed her neck, teeth scraping lightly. "Running your hands all over ? Touching like you’re mapping every inch of my body? Like you’re morizing ?" His hips rocked forward slightly, pressing against her. "That’s teasing, Aria. And now you have to deal with the consequences."
"But I’m sore...."
"I know. I can feel how swollen you are. How tender." He reached between them, his fingers sliding through her folds, and despite the soreness, despite the ache, her body responded. "But you’re also wet. Already wet for even though I fucked you seven tis yesterday. Your body wants this even if your mind is scared."
"Damien, please..."
"Please what? Please fuck you? Please make you co again even though you’re sore? Please remind you that this pussy belongs to and I can have it whenever I want?"
His fingers circled her clit, gentle but insistent, and she whimpered.
"That’s what I thought." He positioned himself at her entrance. "You caused this. Now take responsibility for it."
Then he pushed inside.
The intrusion made her cry out....not quite pain, but the overwhelming sensation of being filled when her body was already so sensitized, so used, so thoroughly claid.
"Oh god....Damien....it’s too much....."
"Shh." He stilled once he was fully seated, giving her ti to adjust. "Breathe through it. Your body can take this. Your body was made to take ."
She whimpered, her hands gripping his shoulders, torn between the ache and the building pleasure.
"That’s it," he murmured, kissing her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. "Just feel it. Feel how perfectly you fit around . How your body welcos even when it’s sore. How you were made for this."
He began to move....slow, shallow thrusts that sohow hit every nerve ending.
"I’m going to be gentle this morning," he promised against her skin. "Not going to pound you like I want to. Not going to fuck you hard and brutal like yesterday. I’m going to make love to you slow and sweet until you co apart in my arms."
True to his word, his pace remained asured, controlled, each thrust deliberate and deep but not brutal.
His hand slid between them, found her clit, began rubbing in slow circles that matched his rhythm.
"I’ve got you," he whispered. "I’ve got you, baby. Just let go. Let make you feel good."
Despite the soreness, despite the ache, pleasure began to build. Slower than yesterday, deeper, rolling through her like a warm tide instead of crashing like a tsunami.
"That’s it," he encouraged, reading her body’s responses with the skill of soone who’d learned every inch of her. "Let it co. Don’t fight it. Just feel."
His mouth found her breast, sucking gently, and the dual sensation pushed her closer to the edge.
"Damien....I’m...."
"I know. I can feel it. Feel how you’re tightening around . How close you are." His thumb pressed firr against her clit. "Co for , Aria. Give one more. Just one more to start the day."
She ca with a soft cry, her orgasm rolling through her in gentle waves that left her gasping for breath.
He followed her over seconds later, his own release tender, his groan muffled against her neck.
They stayed like that for long monts, both breathing hard, both trembling slightly.
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