Chapter 296 - 297 Come for me

Chapter 296: Chapter 297 Come for me

Aria’s POV

But his hands fisted in my hair, tilting my head back, and he kissed me like he was trying to consume me whole.

I moaned against his lips, my fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, needing him closer, needing *more*.

The feel of his body against mine—solid, trembling with barely leashed want—sent heat pooling low in my belly, spreading through my thighs like wildfire.

"Damian," I gasped, breaking the kiss just long enough to drag in air.

"Don’t talk," he growled, his voice dark and wrecked. "Don’t say anything. I need to feel you."

His hands found the hem of my jacket and shoved it off my shoulders. It fell to the floor with a whisper of fabric.

Then his fingers were on the buttons of my blouse, fumbling, impatient—and when one wouldn’t give fast enough, he just ripped it open. Buttons scattered across the hardwood, clicking like frantic raindrops.

I gasped—not in protest, but in surprise. In *want*.

"Shit—Damian, that was expensive—"

"I’ll buy you ten more." His mouth was already on my collarbone, hot and wet, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just above the swell of my breast. "I’ll buy you a hundred. I don’t give a fuck."

His hands found my breasts through the lace of my bra, palms pressing against the aching peaks of my nipples, and I arched into his touch like it was the only thing keeping me alive.

He groaned—a low, guttural sound that vibrated through me—and in one swift motion he unclasped my bra and let it fall.

Then his mouth was on me.

Not gentle. Not teasing. He took my nipple into his mouth and *sucked*—hard, hungry, like he was tasting something he’d been starving for his entire life.

I cried out, my fingers flying into his hair, holding him there, pressing him closer.

"That’s it," he muttered against my skin, the words vibrating through me. "Let me hear you, Aria. I want to hear every fucking sound you make."

He moved to the other breast, his hand sliding down my stomach, fingers splaying across the waistband of my jeans.

His touch was fire—scorching, branding, leaving a trail of heat wherever it went.

"Damian—please —" I didn’t even know what I was begging for. I just knew I needed him. Now. Immediately. Everywhere.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark and blown wide with hunger, his lips swollen from kissing me.

"Please what, baby?"

God, the way he said it—low, possessive, like a promise and a threat all at once. Like he knew exactly what I needed and was going to make me beg for it.

"Fuck me," I whispered, the words falling out before I could stop them. "Please, Damian, I need you inside me. I need to feel you."

His jaw tightened. Something dark and feral flickered behind his eyes.

"Say it again."

"I need you inside me. I need—"

He didn’t let me finish. He lifted me like I weighed nothing, my legs wrapping around his waist, and carried me to the couch.

He dropped me onto the cushions and was on top of me before I could blink—his weight pressing me down into the leather, his hips grinding against mine, letting me feel exactly how hard he was.

"Fuck, Aria." His voice was wrecked. Shaking. He pressed his forehead to mine, breathing hard, like he was barely holding himself together. "I’ve wanted this for so long. So fucking long."

"Then fucking me." I reached down, fingers fumbling with his belt. "I’m right here. Take me."

He caught my wrists and pinned them above my head, his grip iron-tight, his eyes burning into mine.

"When I take you, it’s not going to be fast. It’s not going to be gentle. You’re going to feel me for days, Aria. Every time you move, every time you sit down,you’re going to feel me."

My breath caught. Heat flooded my thighs, my core clenching at his words.

"Promise?"

His smile was dark, wolfish. "I promise."

He released my wrists and made quick work of my jeans—pulling them off with one rough tug, my panties following a second later.

Then he was on his knees between my legs, staring down at me like I was something holy and profane all at once.

"Look at you," he breathed. "So fucking beautiful. So wet for me." He ran a finger through my slick folds, and I arched, whimper escaping my lips. "This is mine. All of this is mine. Say it."

"Yours," I panted. "All yours."

"Good girl."

And then his mouth was on me.

I screamed.

His tongue found my clit with unerring precision, licking and sucking and worshiping me like I was the only thing that existed in the entire world.

I fisted my hands in his hair, thighs trembling around his head, crying out his name like a prayer.

"Damian—fuck—don’t stop—please—"

He didn’t stop. He devoured me. His fingers joined his tongue, sliding into me, curling against that spot that made me see stars.

The pleasure built and built, coiling in my belly like a supernova about to explode.

"I’m close," I gasped. "Damian—I’m gonna —"

"Come for me." His voice was thick, desperate. "Let go, baby. I want to feel it."

And I did. I shattered—my entire body convulsing, waves of pleasure crashing through me as I screamed his name.

He didn’t pull away. He kept licking, kept sucking, until the last tremor had passed and I was left limp and breathless.

"You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?"

"Then at least die happy."He let out a dark laugh.

Then he undid his belt, dragged his zipper down, and freed himself—thick, flushed, painfully hard. My mouth went dry at the sight.

He wrapped his hand around himself, long slow strokes, his eyes never leaving mine.

I watched, breathless, fascinated, aching.