The CEO's Rejected Wife And Secret Heir novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158: Chapter 158: The Bedroom

Aria pov

When we reached the bedroom. He lowered me onto the mattress with surprising gentleness, then stepped back. His eyes raked over me—slow, reverent, starving.

"You’re so fucking beautiful," he said, voice low and thick. "Every time I look at you I still can’t believe you’re real. That you’re mine again."

I sat up on my elbows, held his gaze for one charged second, then pushed myself to the edge of the mattress and reached for him — pulling him back by his shirt until he was standing between my knees. My fingers attacked his buttons.

"I’m real." One button, then another. "And I’m yours, just like you’re mine."

"Always." He helped me strip the shirt away. Muscles flexed under my palms—hard planes of chest, ridged abdomen, the dark trail of hair disappearing into his waistband. I traced it with my fingertips and felt him shudder.

We tore at clothes together. My blouse. His belt. My skirt bunched and shoved down my thighs. His trousers and briefs kicked off in one impatient motion. Then my bra—hooks snapping free. Panties dragged down my legs until I was bare beneath him.

He braced himself over me, arms caging my head. For a heartbeat we just stared. "Hi," he murmured, the corner of his mouth lifting in that rare, soft smile.

"Hi." I cupped his jaw, thumb brushing the stubble there. "I love you."

"I love you too." His kiss was slower now, deeper, tongue stroking mine like he was memorizing the taste. "More than I ever thought I could love anyone."

But he didn’t push inside yet. Instead, he broke the kiss and trailed his mouth lower—down my throat, across my collarbone, lingering at my breasts. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking, while his hand rolled the other, drawing sharp gasps from me.

He went lower still, placing open mouthed kisses over my stomach, my hips, the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. He nudged my legs wider with his shoulders, settling between them.

When his head hovered over my soaked folds, I threaded my fingers through his dark hair, tugging lightly.

"Damien..."

"Tell me what you want." His warm breath ghosted over my clit, making me shiver. "Use your words, love."

"Your mouth," I breathed, hips already lifting toward him. "I need your tongue on me. Please."

He gave it without hesitation. Slow licks at first—long, flat strokes from my entrance to my clit that made my hips jerk off the mattress. Then he focused—circling my swollen clit with the tip of his tongue, flicking it lightly, sucking it gently between his lips while two thick fingers slid inside me, curling upward against that sensitive front wall in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

The pleasure built fast, coiling tight. My thighs trembled around his head. My fingers tightened in his hair. Moans spilled out—loud, shameless. He groaned against me, the vibration sending sparks up my spine.

I came hard—waves crashing through me, walls fluttering around his fingers as I cried his name, body arching, toes curling.

He kissed his way back up my body, lips shiny with me, tasting of salt and arousal.

"Beautiful," he murmured against my mouth, letting me taste myself on his tongue. "I could watch you come forever."

I was still trembling, still catching my breath, when I pulled him closer. "Now," I whispered. "I need you inside me now."

He notched himself at my entrance. The broad head nudged my slick, sensitive folds, parting me just enough to make me gasp. Then he pushed inside—slow at first, stretching me inch by thick inch as we both groaned loudly.

"God..." His forehead dropped to mine. "I missed this. Missed being buried inside you. Missed the way your pussy grips me like it never wants to let go." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

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