ARIA'S POV - Saturday Morning, 8:47 AM
Aria woke slowly, consciousness returning in waves.
The first thing she registered was exhaustion....bone-deep, total, the kind that came from being thoroughly used. Her entire body felt heavy, like someone had replaced her bones with lead.
The second thing was soreness. God, the soreness. Every muscle ached. Her thighs burned. Her core felt swollen and tender, a constant reminder of everything Damien had done to her yesterday.
Six times. He'd made her come six times in the bedroom alone. Then once more against the bathroom wall. Then held her impaled on his cock in the bathtub for what felt like hours.
She should feel destroyed. Should feel like she'd survived a natural disaster.
Instead, she felt claimed. Possessed. Thoroughly, completely his.
She opened her eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.
And found herself staring directly at Damien.
