Chapter 153: Chapter 153 My everything
Aria’s POV
He held my gaze for a long moment, as if he were carving those words into his bones.
Then I watched something in his eyes shift—that protective tenderness sinking away, inch by inch, and burning into something else. Hotter. Deeper. More dangerous.
His thumb brushed across my lower lip, and his voice dropped low and rough.
"Do you know what it does to me," he murmured, "when you say things like that?"
I shook my head, my pulse hammering against my ears.
He leaned in, his breath ghosting over the shell of my ear.
"I want you."
His mouth was on mine before I could breathe.
The kiss started slow. Tender. His lips moved against mine like he was savoring me, like I was something precious he couldn’t get enough of.
But tenderness never lasted long with Damian.
His hand came up, tangling in my hair, and suddenly the kiss turned brutal. Demanding. His tongue swept into my mouth like he was claiming territory, and I moaned against his lips, letting him take whatever he wanted.
"Such a good girl," he murmured against my mouth. "Letting daddy have his way with you."
I whimpered at the words, my body already responding, heat pooling low in my belly.
Then his hands moved downward, and before I could register what was happening, he’d ripped the last bit of fabric from my upper body.
The tiny camisole gave way like paper, and my breasts spilled out into the cool night air.
God, the way he looked at me. Like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and also like he wanted to devour me whole.
The moonlight streaming through the window caught my skin, making me look almost translucent. Pale. Delicate. Fragile next to his massive, powerful frame.
His fingers found my nipple immediately, pinching and rolling the sensitive bud between his thumb and forefinger. A jolt of pleasure shot straight to my core.
"Daddy..." I breathed.
"Look at these tits, baby girl." His voice was rough, dark. "So perfect. So responsive. You love it when I play with them, don’t you?"
"Yes, daddy. I love it."
"Good girl." He pinched harder, and I gasped, arching into his touch. "Because I’m going to spend all night making you feel good. Every single inch of this body belongs to me now."
"My pussy’s already wet for you, daddy."
"Is that right?" A dark grin spread across his face. "Let me see."
His hand slid down my stomach, past my waist, and then his fingers were inside me—two at once, no warning, and I cried out against his shoulder.
"Soaked," he muttered against my skin. "You’re fucking soaked for me, aren’t you, baby girl?"
"Yes—yes, only for you—"
"That’s right." He crooked his fingers, hit that spot that made my vision white out. "Only for me."
I was already trembling when he pulled his hand out. I whimpered at the loss.
"Don’t worry, princess. I’m not done with you."
He flipped me onto my back before I could argue, settled between them. The weight of him, the heat—it was too much and not enough.
And then he pushed inside.
Just the head. Just enough to stretch me open, to make me gasp and claw at his shoulders.
"Look at me."
I did. His eyes were black, pupils blown wide, jaw tight.
"You feel that?" He thrust deeper, inch by agonizing inch. "That’s me. That’s your husband. Your alpha. Say it."
"You’re my husband," I breathed. "My alpha. My—"
"My what?"
"My everything."
He slammed home, and I screamed.
He fucked me hard and deep, the way I needed it. The way only he knew how to give it.
His pace was punishing, relentless, each thrust knocking the air out of my lungs until all I could do was hold on and take it.
"You gonna come for me, baby girl?"
"Yes—yes, I’m so close—"
"Then come. Now."
His hand found my clit, rubbed tight circles, and I shattered. My orgasm ripped through me so hard I saw stars, my walls clenching around him, and he groaned through gritted teeth.
"That’s it. Fucking beautiful."
But he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting, kept riding me through the aftershocks, and I was so sensitive it was almost painful.
"Damian—please—I can’t—"
"You can. You will."
He pulled out before I could argue, and I felt empty for exactly one second before he was hauling me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, and impaling me on his cock in one fluid motion.
I gasped, clinging to his shoulders as he stood.
"What are you—"
"Shut up and hold on, princess."
He started walking.
Every step drove him deeper. The rhythm was maddening—a slow, grinding thrust with each stride, each jolt sending a shockwave through my oversensitive pussy.
I buried my face in his neck, biting down on his skin to keep from screaming.
"Look at you," he growled against my ear. "Taking daddy’s cock so well. Such a desperate little slut."
"I’m your desperate little slut, daddy."
"That’s right. Mine."
He carried me across the bedroom, and I felt every inch of the carpet, every footstep, every new angle his cock found inside me.
By the time he reached the window, I was a mess—drooling against his shoulder, nails raking down his back, babbling nonsense.
"Please—please, Daddy—I need—"
"I know what you need."
He reached the window and pressed my back against the cool glass. The sudden temperature contrast made me gasp, my nipples pebbling against the pane.
Then he pulled out.
I felt the absence immediately, a hollow ache that made me whimper. But he didn’t give me time to complain.
Instead, he positioned himself between my legs, his thick cock sliding along my wet slit, teasing me.
"So wet," he muttered, his voice thick with arousal. "So fucking wet."
"Please, daddy. Please."
"Please what, baby girl?"
"Please fuck me."
His response was a low chuckle. "Not yet. I want to watch you fall apart first."
He pressed his cock against my clit, grinding in slow, torturous circles. The friction was maddening, each pass sending sparks of pleasure through my already sensitive body.
My legs started shaking, my grip on the windowsill turning white-knuckled.
"Look at that," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You’re so good at taking my dick, baby. Even when it’s just teasing you, your pussy knows exactly what to do."
"Daddy’s too big," I gasped. "My pussy can barely handle you."
"Then why are you dripping all over me, huh?" He pressed harder, his cock sliding against my clit with a wet sound. "This tight little cunt is absolutely soaked for me. She knows what she wants."
"Please... I need..."
"I know what you need." His fingers found my folds, spreading me open, and I cried out as he finally pushed a finger inside me. "You need daddy to fill this greedy hole, don’t you?"
"Yes! Yes, daddy, please—"
"Then beg for it."
"I’m begging! Please, daddy, fuck me. I need your cock so bad, I can’t—I can’t think straight—"
"Good girl."
But instead of giving me what I wanted, his fingers continued their assault, curling and twisting inside me until I was a moaning, trembling mess against the glass.
"Look at you," he murmured. "So beautiful when you’re desperate for me."
"Please, daddy. I’ll do anything."
"Anything?"
"Yes. Anything."
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