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Aria pov 

The elevator dinged, we were at the penthouse. He yanked his fingers out of me so suddenly I whimpered at the empty ache. My pussy clenched around nothing, slick and throbbing. 

“Come on,” he ordered, grabbing my wrist and dragging me out into the hallway toward his door. 

My torn pants were barely hanging on, my thighs wet, my whole body screaming for him to finish. 

Mrs. Dora was waiting by the door, her purse already in hand. If she noticed my disheveled appearance or Damien’s wild eyes, she didn’t comment. 

“Noah’s asleep,” she said. “Went down at eight thirty without any fuss.” 

“Thank you, Mrs. Dora,” I managed to say. 

She nodded and excused herself quickly. The moment the door closed behind her, Damien had me against the wall. 

“Bedroom,” he growled. “Now.” 

We barely made it. He kissed me the entire way down the hallway, our mouths breaking apart only when necessary. When we finally got to his bedroom–our bedroom now, really–he kicked the door shut behind us. 

“Clothes off,” he ordered. 

I didn’t argue. My gown hit the floor, my bra followed. The torn pants were already hanging off my hips. I kicked them away along with my heels. Naked now, skin flushed and still slick from earlier, I stood there while he stared. 

His eyes raked over me–breasts, stomach, the wet shine between my thighs. He didn’t speak, just walked to the nightstand and yanked the drawer open. 

My pulse jumped when I saw what he pulled out: the vibrator we’d used before, the one that made me scream last time. 

“Damien” 

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“On the bed.” No room for argument. “Legs spread wide.” 

I crawled onto the mattress, heart hammering. I lay back and opened my thighs, knees bent, pussy already swollen and dripping. He stripped fast–shirt, belt, pants, boxers- all gone in seconds. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the head dark and leaking pre–cum. He was rock–hard, veins standing out, balls tight. 

“Please,” I begged again, voice shaking. “I need you to fuck me. I need your cock inside me so bad.” 

“Not tonight.” He climbed between my legs, knees pushing my thighs farther apart. “Tonight this tight little pussy comes on the toy. Only the toy.” 

He switched it on. The low, steady buzz filled the room. My clit throbbed just hearing 

1. it. 

“Damien–oh fuck” 

He pressed the vibrating head straight against my clit. No teasing, just firm pressure right where I needed it most. My hips bucked off the bed, a sharp cry tearing out of 

1. me. 

“That’s it,” he growled, eyes fixed on my face. “Let it take you.” 

The vibrations shot through me like electricity. My pussy clenched hard around nothing, slick dripping down to my ass. “It’s too much–fuck–I can’t” 

“You can.” He circled the vibrator slowly over my clit, then pressed harder. His free hand slid up my body, cupping one breast, rough thumb scraping over my stiff nipple. “Come for me, Aria. Show me how bad you want it.” 

I was already close–edged from the elevator, from the hallway, from every second he’d denied me. My thighs shook, toes curling. 

“Damien,” I gasped, hips grinding against the toy. “Please–I need” 

“What do you need?” His voice was dark, mocking. He cranked the speed higher as the buzz turned vicious. “Tell me exactly.” 

“You–fuck–your thick cock slamming into me. I want to feel you throbbing inside, coming deep” 

“No.” He pushed the vibrator firmer against my clit, grinding it in tight circles. “You come like this or you don’t come at all.” 

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“You’re fucking evil,” I panted, back arching. 

“You fucking love it.” He leaned down and sucked my nipple into his mouth–hard, teeth grazing, tongue flicking. 

That broke me. The orgasm slammed through me like a fist. My pussy spasmed, clenching and fluttering as I screamed his name. Wetness gushed out, soaking the sheets under me. My whole body shook, thighs clamping around his hand, vision blurring white. 

He didn’t let up. Kept the vibrator pressed right there, drawing out every brutal wave until I was whimpering, oversensitive, shoving weakly at his wrist. 

“Too much–Damien–stop” 

Finally he pulled it away. The sudden silence left my ears ringing. I collapsed back, chest heaving, skin slick with sweat, pussy still twitching with aftershocks. 

“Good girl,” he murmured, voice low. He set the vibrator on the nightstand, still glistening with my cum. 

I looked up at him through blurry eyes. His cock jutted out, angry–red and dripping, abs tight with restraint. He hadn’t touched himself once. 

“What about you?” I whispered, voice wrecked. 

He leaned over me, bracing on his forearms, cock brushing my inner thigh–hot, heavy, teasing. “I’ll survive.” 

“Damien” I reached for him, fingers brushing the slick head. 

He caught my wrist, pinned it above my head. “No. If I let you touch me, I won’t be able to stop. And I meant what I said. We’re doing this right.” 

I stared at him. “You’re serious.” 

“Completely.” He kissed me gently. “I know it’s hard. Trust me, it’s killing me too. But we need to build this back properly. Not just rush into bed every time we want each other.” 

“But we already” 

“I know.” He stroked my hair. “And maybe that was too fast. So now we slow down again, do it right.” 

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I wanted to argue, wanted to point out how ridiculous this was but looking at his face, I could see he meant it. This was important to him. 

“Fine,” I said, falling back against the pillows. “But this is torture.” 

“For both of us.” He lay down beside me, pulling me against his chest. “But it’ll be worth 

it.” 

I could feel him still hard against my hip. “This can’t be comfortable.” 

“It’s not.” He kissed the top of my head. “But I’ll live.” 

We lay there in silence for a while. My body was still humming from the orgasm, but I wanted more, I wanted him. 

“Damien?” 

“Hmm?” 

“When can we stop taking it slow?” 

He laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest. “When we’re ready,when I know I’m not going to fuck this up again.” 

“You won’t.” 

“I can’t risk it.” His arms tightened around me. “You and Noah are everything to me, I won’t lose you again because I rushed things.” 

I turned in his arms to look at him. His eyes were serious, determined. 

“Okay,” I said softly. “We do it your way.” 

“Thank you.” He kissed me gently. “Now get some sleep. Noah will be up early demanding pancakes.” 

I smiled and settled back against his chest. Despite the ache of unfulfilled desire, I felt good. 

Maybe he was right. Maybe slow was better. But that didn’t mean I wouldn’t keep trying to break his resolve. After all, where was the fun in making it easy? 

Damien’s POV 

I woke up at 2 AM, hard as steel and aching. 

Aria was curled against me, sleeping peacefully. Her hair was spread across my chest, 

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one leg thrown over mine. She looked beautiful. Innocent. Completely unaware of the torture she’d put me through. 

I’d been so noble earlier. So determined to take things slow, to do this right. But now, lying here in the dark with her soft body pressed against mine, I was paying the price. 

I tried to ignore it. Closed my eyes and willed myself back to sleep. But every time she shifted, every time she breathed, I became more aware of her. The scent of her shampoo, the warmth of her skin. The memory of how wet she’d been in the elevator. 

Fuck. 

This was impossible. Carefully, I extracted myself from her embrace. She made a small sound of protest but didn’t wake, just rolled over and hugged my pillow instead. I stood there for a moment, watching her sleep, my cock throbbing painfully. 

I needed relief. Now. 

I walked quietly to the bathroom and closed the door, leaning back against it. The cold surface did nothing to cool me down. I could still feel her, still hear the sounds she’d made when she came. 

I wrapped my hand around my cock and groaned low. Even my own grip felt too fucking much after hours of being edged and denied. My dick throbbed, thick and leaking, the head slick with pre–cum. 

I started slowly, trying to keep quiet. Head falling back against the bathroom wall, I stroked myself from base to tip, thinking of Aria. The way she’d looked at me in her office–confident, seductive, eyes promising everything. The heat of her grinding against me earlier. Her palm pressed my hard–on through my pants, teasing me until I was ready to snap. 

“Fuck,” I hissed, picking up speed. My fist moved faster, slick sounds filling the small 

space. 

I pictured her begging–voice desperate, “Please, Damien, fuck me.” How badly I’d wanted to flip her over, spread her legs, and bury my cock deep in her tight, wet pussy until she screamed my name. 

My grip tightened. Balls drawing up. I was already close–too fucking close but the bathroom door swung open. I froze, hand still wrapped tight around my shaft, cock pulsing in my fist. 

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