ARIA’S POV
Aria woke slowly, awareness returning in stages. First, the unfamiliar soreness between her thighs.....a delicious ache that reminded her of everything Damien had done to her last night. Then the warmth of sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. And finally, the weight of soone’s gaze on her.
She opened her eyes to find Damien propped up on one elbow beside her, watching her with an intensity that made her breath catch.
"Good morning," he said softly, his voice still rough with sleep.
"How long have you been watching ?" she asked, stretching languidly. The movent made her acutely aware of every sore muscle, every tender spot where his hands had gripped, his mouth had marked, his body had claid.
"Long enough to morize the way you look when you sleep. Peaceful and vulnerable" His hand moved to trace the curve of her hip over the sheet. "How are you feeling? After last night?"
The question was deceptively casual, but she could see the concern in his eyes. Last night had been intense....brutal even. Six orgasms before he’d finally let her rest, her body used thoroughly, marked inside and out.
"I’m feeling better," she said honestly. The initial soreness was fading, replaced by a different kind of awareness. A hunger that surprised her given how thoroughly he’d satisfied her just hours ago. "Could probably use so more exercise, actually."
She looked at him through her lashes, deliberately flirtatious, and watched his eyes darken.
"Be careful what you wish for, Aria." His voice dropped to that dangerous register that promised both pleasure and punishnt. "Unless you don’t want to leave this bed this morning. Unless you don’t mind not being able to walk. Because I promise you, if you keep looking at like that, we won’t be going to the office today."
Instead of backing down, Aria deliberately let the sheet slip, exposing her bare breasts to his hungry gaze.
"Maybe I just want to tempt you," she said, her voice deliberately provocative. "What can you do about it?"
Damien’s smile was absolutely predatory. "Then I need to show you what it ans to tempt , Aria. Because I can see that either you haven’t learned your lesson, or I’m not fucking you enough."
Before she could respond, he was moving, pulling the sheet completely away, exposing her naked body to the morning light.
"Spread your legs for Aria," he commanded. "Let feed on you."
He settled between her thighs, taking a mont to appreciate the view. She was already glistening, her pussy still swollen from last night’s activities but clearly ready for more.
"Look at you," he murmured, running his fingers through her folds, gathering her wetness. "Already so wet. Already so ready. Even after I fucked you six tis last night. You really are insatiable, aren’t you?"
"Only for you," she gasped as his fingers circled her clit.
"Only for ," he agreed. "Because this pussy belongs to . Every orgasm belongs to . Every moan, every scream, every desperate whimper....all mine."
He lowered his head and dragged his tongue through her folds, tasting her, savoring the way she imdiately arched off the bed.
"Damien....oh god...."
"That’s right. Say my na. Let everyone in this house know who’s making you feel this good."
He focused on her clit, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention, reading her body’s responses. When her thighs started to tremble, when her breathing beca desperate, he slid two fingers inside her.
"Still so tight," he said against her sensitive flesh. "Even after taking my dick all night. Your body knows exactly who it belongs to."
He curved his fingers, finding that spot inside her that made her see stars, and worked it relentlessly while his tongue continued its assault on her clit.
"Damien....I’m going to....please...."
"You want to co?
Then co for Aria," he commanded. "First one of the morning. Give it to ."
She shattered beautifully, her walls clamping down on his fingers, her back arching impossibly, a scream tearing from her throat that definitely woke up the entire staff.
But he didn’t stop. Just kept working her through it, building imdiately toward another.
"Too much.....Damien, I can’t...."
"You can. And you will. Because you decided to tempt this morning. Decided to challenge . Now you get to face the consequences."
He added a third finger, stretching her, making her gasp at the intrusion. His tongue never stopped moving, never gave her a mont to recover, just kept pushing her higher.
"Please....Damien....it’s too much...."
"Is it? Or is this exactly what you wanted when you dropped that sheet? When you looked at with those fuck- eyes?" He punctuated his words with harder thrusts of his fingers. "You wanted to tempt . Well, congratulations. You succeeded. Now you get to deal with the results."
Her second orgasm hit even harder, making her sob, her hands fisting in the sheets, her entire body trembling.
Finally, he withdrew his fingers, moved up her body, and positioned himself at her entrance.
"On your hands and knees," he commanded. "I want to fuck you from behind. Want to see my cock disappearing into this pretty pussy. Want to watch you fall apart."
She rolled over with shaking limbs, getting into position, her ass in the air, completely exposed to him.
"Perfect," he murmured, running his hands over the curves of her ass, admiring the view. "Absolutely fucking perfect. And all mine."
He entered her in one brutal thrust, and they both groaned at the sensation.
"Fuck, you’re tight. Even after everything I did to you last night. Your pussy just keeps gripping my cock like it never wants to let go."
He set a punishing pace imdiately, no warm-up, no gentle buildup. Just hard, deep strokes that had her crying out with each thrust.
"Is this what you wanted?" he demanded, gripping her hips and pulling her back to et his own thrusts...his grip hard enough to leave bruises. "Is this what you were asking for when you tempted ?"
"Yes....oh god....yes....Damien...."
"Good. Because I’m going to fuck you until you can’t rember your own na. Until the only word you know is mine. Until you understand what it ans to be owned by ."
He fucked her relentlessly, each thrust driving her forward on the bed, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. He could see her pussy getting redder, more swollen, but she was still taking him, still pushing back to et his thrusts, still desperate for more.
"Touch yourself," he commanded. "Make yourself co on my cock. Show you’ve learned your lesson."
Her hand moved between her thighs, and he felt her walls flutter around him as she found her clit.
"That’s it. Good girl. Make yourself co while I fuck this pretty pussy raw."
She ca with a scream, her third orgasm, but he didn’t slow down. Didn’t give her ti to recover. Just kept pounding into her, chasing his own pleasure while simultaneously pushing her toward another peak.
"Damien.....please....I can’t....too much...."
"You can take it. You will take it. Because you’re mine, and I’m not done with you yet."
He pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her back, and entered her again before she could process the change in position.
"Look at ," he demanded, his hands framing her face. "Keep your eyes on mine. I want to watch you fall apart."
He fucked her hard and deep, hitting that spot inside her with every thrust, watching her face contort with pleasure-pain, with overwhelming sensation, with the desperate need to co again.
"Are you learning your lesson now?" he asked, his voice rough. "Are you understanding what it ans to tempt ? To challenge ?"
"Yes....Damien....please....I’ve learned...."
"Have you? Because I think you need one more. Need to co one more ti on my cock before you truly understand."
His hand moved between them, found her oversensitized clit, and rubbed in tight circles.
"Co for , Aria. Show you’ve learned. Show you understand who owns this pussy. Who owns every orgasm. Who owns you."
Her fourth orgasm ripped through her with devastating force, making her scream, her nails raking down his back, her entire body convulsing beneath him.
"Please....Damien.....I can’t....no more....please....I’ve learned my lesson....I promise...."
He looked down at her....tears streaming from her eyes, her body trembling, completely overwheld and thoroughly wrecked....and felt satisfaction settle deep in his chest.
"Have you?" he asked, slowing his pace slightly. "Have you really learned your lesson? Or do I need to continue?"
"I’ve learned," she sobbed. "Please, Damien, I’ve learned. I won’t tempt you again. I promise. I can’t take anymore."
"Good girl," he murmured, kissing away her tears. "But I’m not done yet. I still need to co. So you’re going to take just a little bit more. Can you do that for , baby? Can you give just a few more minutes?"
She nodded weakly, and he shifted her position, folding her almost in half, her knees pushed up toward her chest, opening her completely to him.
The new angle let him go impossibly deeper, and she cried out as he began to move again.
"Just a little longer," he promised, his pace increasing. "Just let feel you. Let claim you. Let mark you so thoroughly that you rember this every ti you move tomorrow."
He pounded into her, chasing his release, feeling it build at the base of his spine. His hand found her clit again, and despite her protests, despite her exhaustion, he felt her body responding.
"One more," he demanded. "Co with . One more ti, Aria. Together."
"I can’t....Damien....please....."
"Yes, you can. For . Because I own you. Because your body knows it belongs to . Because even when you’re completely wrecked, you can still co for ."
He rubbed her clit harder, fucked her deeper, and felt the exact mont her body gave up trying to resist.
She ca with a broken cry, and the feeling of her walls clamping down on him triggered his own release. He buried himself as deep as he could go, filling her, marking her from the inside, claiming her in the most primal way possible.
For a long mont, they just stayed like that....both gasping for breath, both trembling from the intensity, both completely wrecked.
Finally, Damien carefully withdrew and collapsed beside her, imdiately pulling her into his arms.
Aria was boneless, her eyes half-closed, her breathing still labored. She looked absolutely destroyed in the best possible way.
"Do you have an idea of what you signed up for now, Aria?" he asked softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
She didn’t answer. Couldn’t answer. Just made a small sound that might have been agreent or might have been exhaustion.
Damien smiled, pulling the sheet over both of them, tucking her against his chest protectively.
"Sleep more," he murmured. "It’s still early morning. You’ve earned the rest. And when you wake up, I’ll take care of you properly. Bath. Breakfast. Whatever you need."
She was already drifting off, she felt completely fucked and completely wrecked.
And Damien held her close, feeling that sa overwhelming emotion from last night settle in his chest.
This. This was everything.
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