Chapter 13 – Luxury Fantasy
Damien didn't tell her where they were going.
The city blurred past in streaks of neon and gold as the car wound higher into the skyline. Aria's curiosity grew with every turn, every secretive smile he gave her from the driver's seat.
When the elevator doors finally opened, her breath caught.
A private penthouse suite stretched before her — glass walls opening to the stars, marble floors gleaming, a rooftop pool shimmering like liquid silver under the moonlight.
"Damien…" she whispered, stunned.
He stepped behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist, lips grazing her ear. "You've been in my world long enough to know," he murmured. "When I want something… I take it."
Before she could reply, his hand slid down her arm, guiding her toward the rooftop. The night air kissed her skin as he led her to the pool's edge.
"Undress," he whispered.
Heat shot through her. Slowly, she obeyed, slipping out of her dress, watching his eyes darken as silk slid from her skin. When she stepped into the pool, the cool water rippled against her thighs, contrasting with the fire in his gaze.
Damien joined her, shirt abandoned, water clinging to the hard lines of his chest. He pulled her close, their bodies pressed together, the moonlight turning the water into liquid fire around them.
His lips found hers, slow and lingering. The taste of champagne still lingered from dinner, and when he tilted the glass to her lips, letting the bubbles spill onto her tongue before kissing it away, she moaned softly.
"Sweet," he murmured. "But not as sweet as you."
His mouth traveled lower — down her throat, over the swell of her breasts — water lapping against them as he teased her nipples with lips and tongue. She gasped, clutching his shoulders as heat spiraled through her, every nerve alive.
The water carried her weight as he lifted her, pressing her back against the smooth tile of the pool wall. His hands held her firmly, his lips never leaving her skin.
When he finally slid into her, the water wrapped them both in liquid heat, movements slower, deeper, more deliberate than before. Each thrust sent ripples across the pool's surface, each moan echoing into the night.
Her nails dug into his wet skin as he kissed her hard, drowning out the stars and the city below. There was nothing but him, the water, and the pleasure crashing through her.
When release finally tore through her, it felt endless, the water carrying her cries into the night sky. Damien followed, holding her against him, both of them trembling in the dark, wet and breathless, but utterly consumed.