Aria pov
"You already have," I whispered. "You fought. You changed. You're the man I always believed was inside you."
He kissed me softly—once, twice—then his hand drifted lower, cupping my ass, squeezing.
"Again?" I asked, half-laughing, already feeling fresh heat coil low in my belly.
"We have all night." He rolled me beneath him once more, lips curving into a wicked smile. "And I have months of hunger to feed."
This time was slower. He kissed down my throat… across my breasts… sucking one nipple into his mouth while his fingers teased the other. Lower still, placing open-mouthed kisses over my stomach, my hips.
When his head settled between my thighs again, I threaded my fingers through his hair.
"Damien…"
"Tell me what you want." His breath ghosted over my soaked, sensitive folds. "Use your words, love."
"Your mouth again," I breathed. "But only on my clit… keep it gentle. I'm still so full of you."
