After Rebirth, I Became My Ex's Aunt-in-Law

Aria’s breath hitched, her spine arching off the mattress instinctively as his long fingers pushed past her slick, swollen folds.

He slid two fingers deep inside her.

Aria gasped, her head falling back into the silk pillows. ”Damien...”

”Look at me,” he commanded softly.

She forced her eyes open. He was hovering over her, his broad shoulders blocking out the ambient light of the room. He pumped his fingers inside her with a slow, deliberate rhythm, his thumb coming up to press firmly against her sensitive clit.

Aria whimpered, her thighs trembling as they fell wider apart to give him better access.

”So wet,” Damien murmured, his gaze dropping to watch his own hand working her. He curled his fingers upward, hitting the deep, internal cluster of nerves.

Aria let out a loud, breathless sob. Her hands flew up, her fingernails digging into the hard, corded muscles of his biceps.

”Please,” Aria begged, her hips bucking up to meet his hand. The ache in her core was driving her insane. ”Damien, I need you. Put it in.”

Damien withdrew his hand, the slick, wet sound too loud in the quiet bedroom. He reached blindly toward the nightstand, grabbing a square foil wrapper. He tore it open with his teeth, his eyes never leaving her flushed face, and quickly rolled the latex down the thick length of his aching erection.

He shifted his weight, settling between her spread thighs. He caught her knees, pushing them up and back toward her chest, opening her up to him completely.

He lined the broad head of his cock against her wet entrance.

”I’m not going to be gentle,” Damien rasped.

He drove his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one long, powerful thrust.

Aria screamed his name. It was a beautiful sound of pure relief and blinding pleasure.

Damien squeezed his eyes shut, his chest heaving as he held himself perfectly still for a second, letting her body adjust to his size. Her inner walls clamped down around him, tight and shivering, milking his shaft with every ragged breath she took.

”Fuck,” Damien swore. He pulled back, almost completely sliding out of her, and then slammed his hips forward again.

Aria threw her head back, her hands gripping the sheets. ”Oh God!”

Damien drove deep, hitting her sweetest spot over and over again, completely consuming her. The mattress groaned in protest beneath them.

”Look at how perfectly you take it,” Damien panted, his sweat-slicked chest slapping against her own with every downward thrust. ”You’re stretching so beautifully for me.”

”Damien,” Aria sobbed, her voice a broken melody. ”It’s so deep... please!”

”Wrap your legs tighter,” he growled, driving his hips with brutal force. ”I want to feel you milk every inch of me. Tell me how good it feels.”

”It feels so good,” she cried out.

Damien slid one hand under her lower back, lifting her hips off the mattress to get a better, deeper angle. His other hand tangled in her messy rose-gold hair, holding her face steady as he crashed his mouth down onto hers.

He devoured her lips, swallowing her loud, breathy moans as he fucked her senseless.

The coil in Aria’s belly wound tighter and tighter. She thrashed beneath him, her fingernails scoring deep, half-moon crescents down the smooth expanse of his back.

”I’m close,” Aria cried out against his mouth, her inner walls fluttering violently. ”I’m cumming!”

”Do it,” Damien growled into her ear, his thrusts turning frantic. ”Cum for me, Aria.”

She shattered.

The orgasm ripped through her entire body. She screamed into his shoulder, her spine bowing off the bed as she clamped down around his cock in rapid, tight spasms.

The feeling of her milking him was the final push he needed.

Damien let out a deep, guttural roar. He drove his hips forward one last time, burying himself as deep as physically possible, and held her down as he spilled his release into the condom. His frame shuddered against hers, the aftershocks rolling through his muscles.

He collapsed forward, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

For a long minute, the only sound in the room was their ragged, synchronized breathing and the faint, lingering squeak of the bed frame settling.

Aria lay boneless beneath him, her chest heaving, feeling beautifully wrecked.

Slowly, Damien found the strength to push himself up. He rolled off her, disposing of the protection before looking back down at the bed.

The white silk sheets were tangled, damp with sweat, and ruined by several large, sticky smears of melted ice cream.

Damien let out a soft, amused exhale.

He leaned down, sliding one arm under Aria’s knees and the other behind her back, lifting her limp, naked body effortlessly against his chest.

”Shower,” Damien murmured, carrying her toward the en-suite bathroom. ”You’re sticky.”

”I wonder whose fault that is,” Aria accused weakly, resting her tired head against his shoulder.

”I have no regrets,” he smiled.

Damien stood her under the warm, cascading spray of the rainfall showerhead. He grabbed a sponge and gently washed the sticky, sweet residue from her chest, her stomach, and her thighs. He massaged the shampoo into her hair, letting the hot water wash away the exhaustion.

By the time he turned the water off and wrapped her in a thick, fluffy towel, Aria was basically asleep on her feet.

Damien carried her back out into the master bedroom. He set her down gently in the plush armchair in the corner. Then, he turned to the ruined bed.

With one swift motion, Damien grabbed the corner of the sticky, stained silk top sheet and ripped it entirely off the mattress. He balled the ruined fabric up and tossed it into the laundry hamper, leaving only the clean, dry fitted sheet underneath.

He grabbed a fresh duvet from the closet, tossing it over the bed.

”Come here,” Damien said, holding the edge of the covers open for her.

Aria didn’t need to be told twice. She dropped the towel and crawled onto the dry mattress, sliding over to his side of the bed.

Damien climbed in beside her. He pulled the duvet up over their shoulders, wrapping his arm securely around her waist, and pulled her back flush against his chest.

Aria sighed, a sound of pure contentment, as she tangled her bare legs with his. She lazily traced the hard, defined line of his bicep with her index finger in the dark room.

”Zoe and I are throwing a party,” Aria mumbled into the quiet space, her voice thick with sleep.

Damien pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder. ”A party?”

”Mmhmm,” Aria hummed, her eyes fluttering shut. ”A comeback party. It’s going to be a private thing. Super exclusive. Invite-only.”

”Where are you hosting it?”

”Don’t know yet,” Aria replied, letting out a yawn.

”You can use one of the VIP lounges here in the hotel,” Damien offered effortlessly, granting her access to some of the most highly restricted, notoriously expensive lounges in Manhattan. ”The Onyx Lounge on the fiftieth floor is completely secluded. Just let the manager know the date and time.”

Aria smiled sleepily into the dark, thrilled by the perks of being married to a billionaire.

”Okay,” she whispered, her consciousness finally beginning to slip away. ”Thank you, Hubby.” She nuzzled her face deeper into the pillow, her breathing evening out into a steady rhythm as sleep finally pulled her under.

Damien lay awake in the dark.

His eyes were open, staring blankly at the far wall, his thoughts occupied with many things.