Chapter 259 I was walking in as his
Chapter 259: Chapter 259 I was walking in as his
Aria’s POVDamian’s hands clamped on my hips, thumbs digging in, and then his mouth was on me—no teasing, no slow build. Just heat. Wet. Direct.
His tongue dragged up through my folds in one long, firm stroke, and my whole body jerked. A broken sound tore out of my throat.
He did it again, slower, spreading me open with his thumbs so he could taste everything.
I was already drenched; I could feel how slick I was against his mouth, how shamelessly wet I’d gotten from nothing but his hands and his voice.
"Damian—"
He growled against my clit. The vibration shot straight up my spine. Then he sealed his lips around that swollen little bundle of nerves and sucked.
My head knocked back against the mirror. The glass was cold; his mouth was scorching.
My vision went white at the edges. It was too much—too direct, too filthy, the wet sounds of him working me obscenely loud in the quiet bedroom.
His tongue flicked hard and fast over my clit while he sucked, and my thighs started shaking so badly I would’ve slid down the front of the dresser if he weren’t holding me up.
I felt empty and aching lower down, clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled.
Every pull of his mouth made that emptiness worse. Heat coiled tight and mean low in my belly. My fingers fisted in his hair, not sure if I was dragging him closer or just trying to survive it.
"Oh God—don’t stop—fuck—"
He didn’t. He licked lower, tongue pushing into me, fucking me with it in short, filthy thrusts before dragging back up to my clit and attacking it again. My pulse hammered between my legs.
I could feel how swollen I was, how every nerve there had gone raw and hypersensitive.
When he slid two thick fingers into me without warning and curled them hard against that spot inside while his mouth stayed locked on my clit, my knees buckled.
The orgasm didn’t build. It detonated. Pleasure ripped through me so sharp and sudden I cried out, raw and loud, hips jerking helplessly against his face.
My cunt clenched hard around his fingers in wave after wave. He kept licking me through it—slower, but relentless—until I was whimpering and oversensitive and half-sobbing his name.