DAMIEN'S POV
Damien watched Aria's third orgasm tear through her.....her back arching impossibly, her hands fisting in the sheets, a scream tearing from her throat that was equal parts pleasure and devastation.
He didn't stop. Kept pounding into her from behind, his grip on her hips bruising, his pace unrelenting.
"Three," he counted, his voice rough. "Three down. Three more to go."
"I can't...." she sobbed. "Damien, please, I can't..."
"You can." He pulled out suddenly, flipping her onto her back before she could even process the loss. "You're going to. Because I'm not done with you yet."
He pushed back inside her and the angle was different now....deeper, more intense. She cried out, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"Look at me," he commanded, and when she didn't respond fast enough, his hand went to her throat. "I said look at me."
Her eyes opened....glazed, tear-filled, completely wrecked.
