Chapter 187: Chapter 188: Your body was made for mine
He pulled her body to the very edge of the stone surface, positioning her so her hips were right at the waterline. Then he gripped her thighs, spread them wide, positioned his cock at her entrance, and thrust inside in one powerful movement.
Aria’s scream was caught by Damien’s mouth as he leaned over her, kissing her deeply while his cock filled her completely. She tasted herself on his tongue....salty and sweet and intimate in a way that made her head spin.
He pulled back from the kiss just enough to look at her face, watching her expression as he began to move. Long, deep strokes that hit something devastating inside her with every thrust.
"Feel that?" he demanded, his voice rough. "Feel how perfectly you take me? How your body was made for mine?"
"Yes," she gasped. "Damien, yes...."
"We’re going to fill this place with new memories, Aria. Good memories. Memories of me inside you, making you come, claiming every inch of you."
He set a brutal pace, each thrust harder than the last, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with Aria’s cries and the gentle splash of water. His hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises, holding her in place while he fucked her with single-minded intensity.
"Come for me again," he commanded. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
"I can’t, I already...."
"You can." His hand moved between them, finding her oversensitized clit and rubbing in firm circles. "Your body can do it, Aria. Give me number four."
The combination of his cock pounding into her and his fingers on her clit pushed her over again, faster than she thought possible. Her fourth orgasm tore through her, and she felt Damien follow her over the edge with a groan, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her.
But even after coming, his cock didn’t soften. Didn’t slip out of her. He was still hard, still ready, still not done with her.
"Damien," she whimpered. "I need a break...."
"No breaks," he said, pulling her up from the stone surface. "Not yet. We’re building memories, remember?"
He sat down on one of the submerged stone benches, his cock still buried inside her, and positioned her so she was straddling his lap.
"Ride me," he commanded, his hands on her hips guiding her movements. "Show me how much you want this."
Aria’s thighs were shaking, her entire body exhausted and oversensitized, but she began to move. Lifting herself up and sinking back down on his cock, taking him deep with every movement.
"That’s it," Damien encouraged, his eyes locked on where their bodies joined. "Fuck yourself on my cock. Take what you need."
His hands moved to her breasts, cupping them, thumbs brushing over her nipples in a way that made her gasp. Then his mouth replaced his hands, sucking one nipple into his mouth while his fingers worked the other.
The combination of sensations...his cock inside her, his mouth on her breast, the warm water surrounding them...was overwhelming. Aria felt another orgasm building impossibly fast, her body responding to him even though she was exhausted.
"I can feel you getting close again," Damien murmured against her breast. "Your pussy is tightening around me. Are you going to come again, Aria? Going to give me number five?"
"Damien, please...."
"Please what? Please make you come? Please stop?" He thrust up into her hard. "Tell me what you want."
"Don’t stop," she sobbed. "Please don’t stop...."
"Good girl."
He took over then, his hands gripping her hips and controlling her movements, lifting her and slamming her back down on his cock with brutal force. The water splashed around them, the sound echoing off the stone walls along with Aria’s cries.
When she came this time....her fifth orgasm....she actually screamed, her entire body convulsing, her vision going white at the edges. She felt Damien come with her, felt his cock pulsing inside her again, felt his hands tighten on her hips hard enough to bruise.
"One more," he said, standing up with her still impaled on his cock. "Just one more, baby. I know you can give me one more."
He backed her against the stone wall of the cavern, the cool rock a sharp contrast to the hot water and their heated skin. Then he began to fuck her standing up, his cock driving into her with devastating precision while one hand supported her weight and the other worked her clit.
"Damien, I can’t, I really can’t...."
"Yes, you can. For me. One more time, Aria. Show me how strong you are. Show me you can take everything I give you."
His mouth found her breast again, sucking hard, his teeth grazing her nipple in a way that bordered on pain but somehow intensified the pleasure.
Aria didn’t think she had another orgasm in her. Didn’t think her body could possibly produce any more pleasure after five already. But Damien was relentless, working her body like he knew exactly which buttons to push, exactly how to coax one more climax from her exhausted system.
When number six finally hit, it was different from the others. Deeper. Longer. Rolling through her entire body in waves that seemed to last forever. She clung to Damien’s shoulders, sobbing into his neck, completely overwhelmed by sensation.
Damien followed her over this time with a groan that sounded almost pained, his cock pulsing inside her one final time, filling her so completely she felt it leaking out around where they were joined.
For a long moment, they just stayed like that....Damien still inside her, both of them breathing hard, the water lapping gently around their bodies.
Then, finally, Damien carefully withdrew and carried her back to one of the stone benches, settling her on his lap with her head resting against his chest.
Aria couldn’t move. Could barely think. Her entire body felt like liquid, every muscle completely spent, pleasantly sore in a way that would definitely be much less pleasant tomorrow.
She looked thoroughly fucked....her hair a tangled mess, her lips swollen from kissing, her skin flushed and marked with the evidence of his mouth and hands, her legs still trembling with aftershocks.
Damien looked at her and smiled....satisfied and content and deeply possessive.
"Now that’s a good memory," he murmured, brushing a strand of wet hair back from her face. "A memory that will stay with me for a very long time."
Aria managed a weak laugh. "I don’t think I can walk. You’ve completely destroyed me."
"Good. That was the plan." He kissed her forehead tenderly. "Rest for a bit. Then I’ll carry you upstairs and take care of you properly."
"If this wasn’t taking care of me properly, I’m terrified of what properly actually means."
Damien’s laugh was warm and genuine. "You’ll find out soon enough. We have a lifetime of memories to make, Aria. This is just the beginning."
She closed her eyes and let herself relax completely in his arms, surrounded by warm water and the man she loved and the sweet exhaustion of being thoroughly claimed.
And for the first time since she’d hacked Harold Ashford’s company, the guilt and anxiety faded completely. For these moments, in this place, there was nothing but them.
Just like it should be.
