Chapter 126: Chapter 125: Complete Possession
ARIA’S POV
Damien carried her up the grand staircase, his arms strong and sure around her, her legs wrapped tight around his waist. She buried her face in his neck, breathing in his scent.....cologne and clean skin and something uniquely him that made her feel safe and claimed and desperately wanted.
They reached the second floor, turned down the familiar corridor toward his private quarters. Every step brought back memories....of when she’d been Sarah the maid, delivering fresh linens to this room, where she had given him her virginity, where he had made her come several times, where they had made many memories together.
Now she was being carried into that same room as Aria Chen, the woman he loved. The woman he’d chosen despite everything.
He kicked the door open, carried her inside, and locked it behind them with a decisive click.
Then he was lowering her to her feet, his hands immediately going to her sweater, pulling it over her head. Her bra was already undone from the study, so it fell away easily, leaving her bare from the waist up.
"Jeans," he commanded. "Take them off. Everything. I want you completely naked."
Her hands shook as she unbuttoned her jeans, pushed them down her hips along with her panties. Kicked them aside until she stood before him in nothing but her skin.
Damien’s eyes traveled over her slowly, possessively, like he was cataloging every inch of her body.
"Perfect," he murmured. "Absolutely fucking perfect. And all mine."
He began unbuttoning his shirt, and she watched, mesmerized, as he revealed his chest....all lean muscle and smooth skin and masculine beauty.
His shirt fell away. Then his hands went to his belt, and she heard the clink of metal, the rasp of a zipper.
When he stood before her completely naked, his cock already hard and thick, she felt a flutter of nerves mixed with anticipation.
"Come here," he said, moving to sit in the large leather armchair by the window.
She crossed to him, her heart pounding.
"Straddle me. I want to watch your face when I fill you."
She positioned herself over his lap, her knees on either side of his thighs, and he gripped her hips, positioning her over his cock.
"Look at me," he commanded. "Keep your eyes on mine."
She met his gaze as he began to lower her slowly onto him.
The stretch was immediate, overwhelming, and she gasped as he filled her inch by inch.
"That’s it," he murmured, watching her face intently. "Take all of me. Your body remembers this. Remembers what it’s like to be filled by my cock."
When he was fully seated inside her, so deep she could feel him everywhere, he held her still.
"How does it feel?" he asked, his voice rough.
"Full. So full. Like you’re everywhere."
"Good. Because I am everywhere. I’m going to be so deep inside you that you forget where you end and I begin." His hands tightened on her hips. "Now ride me. Show me how badly you want this."
She began to move, lifting and lowering herself on his cock, and the sensation was overwhelming. From this angle, he hit something deep inside her that made her see stars with every movement.
"Faster," he demanded. "I want to watch you fall apart on my cock. Want to see your face when you come."
She increased her pace, her thighs beginning to burn from the effort, sweat starting to bead on her skin.
"That’s it. Ride me like you mean it. Like you’re desperate for it." His hands moved to her breasts, cupping them, thumbs brushing over her nipples. "God, you’re beautiful like this. Sweating and desperate and completely mine."
When she started to tire, he took over, gripping her hips and thrusting up into her with brutal force.
"Damien!" She cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance.
"That’s right. Say my name. Let everyone in this house know who’s fucking you. Who owns this pussy. Who owns every part of you."
His pace was relentless, each thrust harder than the last, and she could feel herself climbing toward orgasm embarrassingly fast.
"I’m close," she gasped. "Damien, I’m so close...."
"Then come. Come on my cock. Show me how good I make you feel."
She came with a scream, her entire body convulsing, walls clamping down on him so hard he groaned.
But he didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. Kept thrusting through her orgasm, prolonging it until she was sobbing, overwhelmed, barely able to breathe.
"Again," he demanded. "Give me another one."
"I can’t....I just...."
"You can. And you will." His hand moved between them, found her clit, began rubbing in firm circles. "Come for me again, Aria. Show me you can take everything I give you."
The combination of his cock inside her and his fingers on her clit pushed her over again, faster than she thought possible.
Her second orgasm ripped through her, and this time he followed, his body tensing, a groan tearing from his throat as he filled her.
They stayed like that for a moment, both gasping, both trembling.
Then Damien was lifting her off him, standing with her in his arms, carrying her to the bed.
"On your knees," he commanded. "Face down, ass up. Present yourself to me."
She obeyed with shaking limbs, getting into position, feeling more exposed than ever.
His hand came down on her ass....a sharp smack that made her yelp.
"This perfect ass," he murmured, his hand rubbing the stinging flesh. "I’m going to mark it. Going to make sure you feel me for days every time you sit down."
He spanked her ten times, each strike harder than the last, until she was crying and so desperately aroused she thought she’d die.
Then he was entering her from behind, and the new angle made her scream into the mattress.
"Fuck, you feel incredible from this angle." His hands gripped her hips bruisingly. "So tight. So perfect. Made for my cock."
He set a brutal pace, each thrust driving her forward on the bed, the sound of skin slapping against skin obscene in the quiet room.
"Touch yourself," he commanded. "Make yourself come while I fuck you like this."
She reached between her thighs with trembling fingers, found her clit, began rubbing in time with his thrusts.
"That’s it. Good girl. Make yourself come on my cock. Show me how desperate you are."
She came with a broken sob, her third orgasm of the afternoon, and felt him follow seconds later, filling her again.
He pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and before she could catch her breath, his mouth was between her thighs.
"Damien, I can’t....it’s too much...."
"You can." His tongue licked through her folds, tasting their combined release. "And you will. I’m not done with you yet."
He ate her like a man starving, his tongue exploring every fold, every sensitive spot, driving her higher despite her exhaustion.
When he focused on her clit, sucking hard, she came again....a smaller orgasm but no less devastating.
He kissed his way up her body, took her nipple into his mouth, and sucked hard enough to leave a mark.
"Mine," he growled against her skin. "These perfect tits are mine. This pussy is mine. Every inch of you belongs to me."
He switched to her other breast, giving it the same treatment, sucking and biting until she was whimpering, her body trembling with overstimulation.
"Stand up," he commanded, pulling her to her feet.
She swayed, barely able to support her own weight, but he steadied her, backing her against the wall.
"Wrap your legs around me."
She did, and he entered her again, pinning her against the wall with his body.
"Look at me," he demanded as he began to thrust.
She forced her eyes open, met his gaze, and the intensity there made her breath catch.
"I love you," he said, each word punctuated by a thrust. "I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone. More than I thought I was capable of loving. And I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving it to you."
Tears streamed down her face....from pleasure, from emotion, from overwhelming love.
"I love you too," she sobbed. "I love you so much...."
He kissed her as he fucked her against the wall, swallowing her cries, his tongue claiming her mouth the way his cock was claiming her body.
She came again, her fifth orgasm, and this time he came with her, both of them crying out into each other’s mouths.
He carried her back to the bed, laid her down gently, and she thought maybe....finally....he was done.
But then he was positioning himself between her thighs again.
"One more," he said. "I need one more from you, baby. Need to see you come apart one more time."
"Damien, please, I can’t...."
"Shh. Yes, you can. For me. One more, and then I’ll take care of you. I promise."
He entered her slowly this time, gently, and the tenderness after so much brutality made her sob.
"That’s it. Let me love you. Let me show you what it means to be mine."
He made love to her slowly, sweetly, each thrust deliberate and deep, his eyes never leaving her face.
"You’re so beautiful," he murmured, kissing away her tears. "So perfect. I don’t deserve you, but I’m keeping you anyway. You’re mine, Aria. Forever."
"Forever," she echoed, her voice wrecked.
His hand moved between them, found her oversensitive clit, and began rubbing gently.
"Come for me one last time. Let me feel you come around my cock one more time."
She didn’t think she had another orgasm in her, but somehow.....impossibly....she felt it building again.
This one was different. Deeper. Slower. Rolling through her like a wave instead of crashing like a tsunami.
When she came, it was with a soft cry, her body trembling, tears streaming down her face.
Damien followed her over, his own release gentle, his body covering hers, protecting her even as he claimed her.
They lay like that for long moments, both gasping, both completely spent.
Finally, he pulled out carefully and gathered her into his arms.
"Bath," he murmured against her hair. "I need to take care of you. Clean you up. Make sure you’re okay."
She couldn’t speak, could barely move, her entire body aching and sore and completely boneless.
He lifted her easily and carried her to the bathroom, setting her gently on the counter while he ran the bath.
When the tub was full.....steaming hot, scented with oils that would soothe her aching muscles....he lifted her again and lowered her into the water.
"Just relax," he said softly. "I’ll take care of everything."
Aria closed her eyes and let herself float, knowing she was safe, knowing she was loved, knowing she was exactly where she belonged.
