Chapter 45: Chapter 45 I’m yours, Daddy
Aria’s POV
"Stay."
The word hung in the air between us.
Damian’s hand tightened on the doorknob, his entire body going rigid.
"Aria." My name came out rough, almost warning. "You don’t know what you’re asking."
But I did know. God help me, I knew exactly what I was asking.
"I know." My voice was steadier now, even as my heart hammered against my ribs. "Stay with me, Damian."
He turned slowly, and the look in his eyes made my breath catch.
Raw hunger. Barely restrained control. Something dark and possessive that should have scared me but only made the heat between my thighs intensify.
"You’re sick." His voice was strained. "You need rest."
"I need you."
The words left my mouth before I could stop them, honest and desperate.
His eyes flashed, storm-gray darkening to almost black.
"Don’t say things like that unless you mean them." He took a step toward the bed, then another. "Because once I start, I won’t be able to stop."
"Good." I pushed the blanket aside, my body trembling with anticipation rather than fever. "I don’t want you to stop."
Something snapped in him.
One moment he was standing by the door, the next he was on me, his mouth crashing against mine with bruising force.
I gasped into the kiss and he swallowed the sound, his tongue sliding past my lips to claim every inch of my mouth. His hands were everywhere—tangling in my hair, gripping my waist, sliding under the thin fabric of my pajamas.
His fingers found bare skin, and I shuddered.
"Damian—"
"Say it again." His teeth grazed my bottom lip. "Say my name like that again."
"Damian." It came out breathier this time, almost a moan.
He made a sound deep in his chest—half growl, half groan—and yanked my pajama top over my head in one swift motion.
Cool air hit my heated skin, and I suddenly remembered I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
His gaze raked over me, predatory and possessive, taking in every inch of exposed flesh like he wanted to memorize it.
"Perfect." His voice was barely human. "You’re fucking perfect."
Before I could respond, his mouth was on my neck, teeth scraping against my pulse point in a way that made my back arch off the bed.
"I’ve wanted this since that night in your apartment," he murmured against my skin. "Wanted to taste every inch of you. Mark you. Make you mine."
His mouth closed over my nipple and I cried out, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
He sucked hard, then soothed with his tongue before moving to the other breast, giving it the same attention while his hand palmed the first, keeping the sensation going.
"Damian, please—"
"Please what, baby?" He looked up at me, and the sight of him—lips swollen, eyes dark with lust, my breast still in his mouth—nearly undid me. "Tell me what you want."
"You." I was beyond shame now, beyond pride. "I want you inside me. Now."
He released my breast with a wet pop, his hands already moving to my underwear.
"Lift your hips."
I obeyed instantly, and he dragged the fabric down my legs, tossing it aside before spreading my thighs wide.
"Fuck." The word came out reverent. "Look how wet you are for me already."
I was. God, I was soaked.
His fingers traced through my folds, teasing, and I whimpered.
"So responsive." He circled my clit with his thumb, applying just enough pressure to make me gasp. "So fucking beautiful like this—desperate and needy for my cock."
"Stop teasing," I managed to choke out.
"No." He pushed one finger inside me and I moaned. "I’m going to take my time with you. Make you come on my fingers first. Then my cock. Then again until you can’t remember anything except my name."
He added another finger, stretching me, and I clenched around him involuntarily.
"That’s it, baby. So tight." He pumped his fingers slowly, deliberately, his thumb still working my clit. "You’re going to feel so good wrapped around my cock."
The combination of his words and his touch was driving me insane. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my core, building toward something explosive.
"Damian, I’m—"
"I know." He curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. "Come for me, Aria. Let me feel you."
I shattered.
The orgasm ripped through me with devastating force, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.
I cried out his name, my fingers clutching at the sheets, at his shoulders, at anything I could reach.
He worked me through it, his fingers never stopping until I was trembling and oversensitive, until I had to push his hand away weakly.
"Beautiful." He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean while maintaining eye contact. "You taste even better than I remembered."
The sight made fresh arousal spike through my still-sensitive body.
He stood then, finally shrugging off his unbuttoned shirt and shoving his pants down.
And oh God.
I’d felt him before. Seen the outline through his pants. But seeing him fully naked, his cock thick and hard and flushed, made my mouth go dry.
He was huge. Bigger than Ethan. Bigger than I remembered from that frantic encounter in my room.
"Don’t worry." He caught my wide-eyed stare and something that might have been amusement flickered across his face. "You took me before. You can take me again."
He climbed onto the bed, settling between my thighs, the head of his cock nudging against my entrance.
"Look at me." His voice was commanding, and my eyes snapped to his immediately. "I want to see your face when I fill you up."
He pushed in slowly, stretching me inch by inch, and the sensation was overwhelming—too much and not enough all at once.
My mouth fell open on a silent gasp. My nails dug into his shoulders as my body struggled to adjust to his size.
"That’s it." His voice was strained, muscles trembling with the effort of going slow. "Take all of me, baby. Every fucking inch."
He bottomed out and we both groaned.
"Damian—" His name came out broken.
"I know." He stayed still, letting me adjust, his forehead pressed against mine. "I know, baby. You’re doing so well. Taking my cock so perfectly."
Then he started to move.
Slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, making me feel every ridge, every vein.
But slow didn’t last long.
His control shattered quickly, his hips snapping forward with increasing force, each thrust driving me up the bed until he had to grip my hips to keep me in place.
"Mine." The word came out guttural, possessive. "You’re mine, Aria. Say it."
"Yours." I could barely speak, pleasure building again impossibly fast. "I’m yours, Daddy."
"Damn right you are."
He shifted the angle suddenly, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder, and the new position made him hit even deeper.
I screamed.
"There it is." His voice was dark satisfaction. "Found that sweet spot, didn’t I baby?"
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