Chapter 15 – Reunion & Rough Passion
The days apart had been unbearable.
Aria tried to convince herself she didn't miss him, but every empty night told her otherwise. Damien haunted her — his touch, his voice, his taste.
So when the knock came on her apartment door, her heart leapt into her throat.
She opened it to find him standing there, rain dripping from his dark hair, his eyes burning with everything left unsaid.
Neither spoke.
Then Damien surged forward, his hands gripping her waist, his mouth crashing onto hers in a kiss that was half anger, half hunger. Aria gasped, melting against him, her fists clutching his wet shirt as though she had been starving for this.
"You left me," he growled against her lips.
"You let me," she fired back, though her voice shook.
His eyes narrowed, but before the words could turn sharp again, his mouth claimed hers, silencing the argument with raw need. He kicked the door shut behind them, pressing her back against it as his hands roamed desperately.
Aria clung to him, trembling at the intensity, the sheer force of his presence after days apart. When his lips tore from hers, they trailed down her throat, hot and wet, leaving marks that made her whimper.
He tugged at her shirt, pulling it over her head, his eyes locking onto her bare chest.
"God, I missed this," he muttered, before lowering his mouth to her breast.
The sudden heat of his lips made her cry out, her back arching as his tongue circled her nipple slowly, deliberately. He sucked hard, then eased into gentle flicks, switching from one breast to the other, alternating rough and tender until she was writhing against him.
"Damien…" she moaned, her hands tangled in his hair.
He looked up briefly, his mouth still teasing her nipple. "Say you missed me."
"I— I missed you," she gasped, her body trembling as he bit lightly before soothing the sting with his tongue.
Satisfied, he kissed his way down her stomach, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading her open as he dropped to his knees.
Aria's breath hitched, her head falling back against the door as his mouth explored her, slow and worshipful. He teased her with his tongue, circling, flicking, tasting every reaction he pulled from her. She whimpered, shuddered, her hands fisting his hair as the pleasure built unbearably.
"Please," she begged, her voice breaking.
Damien rose swiftly, lifting her into his arms with ease. He carried her to the bed, laying her down but never letting their bodies part. His mouth found hers again, deep and hungry, while his hand guided himself between her thighs.
When he slid into her, it was with one hard, desperate thrust that made her cry out. He paused only a moment, their foreheads pressed together, before moving — deep, deliberate, each stroke filled with days of pent-up frustration.
Their bodies collided again and again, the sound of skin on skin filling the room, her moans rising higher with each thrust. His mouth kept finding her breasts, her lips, her neck, as though he couldn't get enough of her.
She clung to him, nails dragging down his back, legs wrapped tight around his waist. Every movement was rough and consuming, but threaded with the tenderness of a man who couldn't let her go again.
When she shattered around him, it was with a scream that shook her to her core, her entire body trembling as waves of pleasure tore through her.
Damien followed seconds later, groaning her name into her neck, holding her so tight she thought he might never let go.
And maybe, she thought breathlessly as he collapsed against her, he never would.