Chapter 46: Chapter 46 You don’t get to know that
Aria’s POV
I couldn’t answer that.
He just pounded into me relentlessly, each thrust hitting that place inside me that made my vision white out.
"Come on my cock." His thumb found my clit again, rubbing tight circles. "Let me feel you squeeze me."
The dual sensation pushed me over the edge.
My second orgasm hit even harder than the first, my entire body seizing as pleasure tore through me. I clenched around him so tight he cursed, his rhythm faltering.
"Fuck, Aria—"
He thrust twice more before he followed me over, his cock pulsing inside me as he came with a roar.
We stayed like that for long moments, both of us panting and trembling, his weight pressing me into the mattress in a way that should have been uncomfortable but felt perfect instead.
Finally, he shifted, rolling us so I was draped across his chest, but keeping himself buried deep inside me.
His heart was pounding beneath my ear. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close.
I felt boneless, thoroughly satisfied, ready to drift off—
Then I felt it.
He was getting hard again. Inside me.
My eyes flew open, shock coursing through my exhausted body.
"Damian?" My voice came out raspy. "Are you—"
"Yes." The single word was a growl.
He was already hardening, his cock thickening and lengthening inside my still-sensitive channel.
"How is that even possible?" I gasped as he flexed his hips, making me feel every inch of his renewed arousal.
"You." His hands tightened on my waist. "You do this to me."
Before I could process that, he flipped us again, this time pulling out and positioning me on my hands and knees.
"I’m not done with you yet, baby." His palm smoothed over the curve of my ass, then squeezed hard enough to make me yelp. "Not even close."
"Damian, I can’t—"
"You can." He positioned himself at my entrance again, the head of his cock nudging against me. "And you will. Because you’re mine, and I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow."
He slammed back inside in one brutal thrust.
I cried out, my arms nearly giving out from the intensity.
This position was deeper. Impossibly deeper. He hit places inside me that made my toes curl and my mind blank.
"Look at you." His hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back so my spine arched. "Taking my cock so well like the good little cocksleeve you are. Nothing but Daddy’s perfect little flesh hole."
He slapped my ass hard, the sharp crack echoing through the room.
"Say it." His voice was low, commanding. "Tell me what you are."
I shook my head, biting my lip.
He pulled out completely, and I whimpered at the sudden emptiness. His cock slid between my folds, teasing my entrance without entering, the tip nudging against my clit with agonizing slowness.
"I’ll wait all night, baby." He traced lazy circles around my entrance, driving me mad. "But we both know you’re going to say it."
I writhed against him, desperate, empty. My body ached for him.
"Daddy’s..." The words caught in my throat.
He pressed in just the tip, then pulled back out. "Say it."
"Daddy’s perfect little flesh hole." The words tumbled out in a rush, barely audible.
"That’s right." He slammed back inside me with a punishing thrust, and I cried out.
"Because you’re mine now. This pussy is mine. This body is mine. Every fucking moan and whimper and scream—all mine."
His other hand reached around to find my clit, and I sobbed at the overwhelming sensation.
"Come for me again." His voice was command and prayer all at once. "Give me one more, baby. I know you can."
I didn’t think I could. My body was already wrung out, oversensitive, trembling with exhaustion.
But he worked me expertly, his fingers on my clit, his cock pounding into me, his words in my ear pushing me higher and higher until—
I shattered again, this orgasm somehow more intense than the previous two combined. My arms gave out completely, my upper body collapsing onto the bed while he held my hips up, fucking me through it.
"That’s my girl." His rhythm became erratic. "So fucking perfect for me."
He came with a roar, his cock jerking inside me as he filled me again.
This time when we collapsed, we stayed down.
He pulled out carefully, rolling me onto my side and tucking me against his chest. I was boneless, utterly spent, barely conscious.
"No more," I mumbled against his skin. "Can’t... anymore..."
"Sleep, baby." His voice was softer now, satisfied. "I’ve got you."
Safe. Warm. Completely exhausted.
I let myself drift off in his arms.
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Damian’s POV
I waited until her breathing evened out, until I was certain she was deeply asleep, before allowing myself to relax slightly.
What the fuck had I just done?
She was sick. Vulnerable. Under the influence of fever and medication.
And I’d fucked her anyway. Twice. With barely any recovery time in between.
I should feel guilty. Should be disgusted with myself for taking advantage.
But all I felt was satisfaction. Possessiveness. The primal certainty that she was mine.
*Mine.*
*Damn right she is,* my wolf rumbled in satisfaction. *About time you claimed what’s ours.*
*I didn’t claim her. Not fully.*
*You marked her with your scent. Fucked her until she couldn’t remember her own name. Close enough.*
I couldn’t argue with that. The memory of her desperate pleas, the way she’d taken everything I gave her and asked for more—
My cock stirred again.
Jesus Christ, what was wrong with me? She was sleeping, exhausted, her body marked with my fingerprints and probably sore as hell.
And all I could think about was waking her up and doing it again.
*Possessive bastard.* my wolf said smugly.
Before I could formulate a response, her phone buzzed on the nightstand.
I tensed, not wanting the noise to wake her.
It stopped after a few rings.
Then started again.
Aria stirred slightly against my chest, and protective instinct flared through me.
Carefully, trying not to disturb her, I reached for the phone.
The screen lit up with an incoming call.
ETHAN
Rage flooded through me, hot and immediate.
That fucking bastard. Calling her at this hour. After everything he’d put her through.
The phone kept ringing. Kept demanding attention.
Aria shifted again, making a small sound of protest in her sleep.
That decided it.
I needed to get the phone away from her before it woke her completely. And that meant...
Reluctantly, I began to ease myself away from her, my cock—still half-hard and buried inside her—sliding free.
She whimpered at the loss, and I had to grit my teeth against the urge to push back in.
I grabbed the phone and slipped out of bed, moving to the far corner of the room before answering.
"Aria? Jesus, finally. Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been? You can’t just ignore me for days—"
"She’s busy." My voice came out cold. Lethal.
Silence.
Then: "Who the fuck is this?"
"You don’t get to know that." I kept my voice low, not wanting to wake Aria, but the menace in my tone was unmistakable. "What you need to know is that she’s done with you."
"Put Aria on the phone. Now."
"No."
"Listen, you piece of shit—"
I hung up.
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