The CEO's Rejected Wife And Secret Heir-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." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"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."

"Move," I begged, hips tilting up. "Please, Damien. I need you deeper."

He pulled back almost all the way—only the tip still inside—then thrust forward hard. Deep. Filling me completely.

My nails dug into his shoulders as a sharp cry tore from my throat.

He set a rhythm—desperate, possessive. Each stroke dragged against every sensitive place inside me. The wet sound of our bodies meeting filled the room, filthy and perfect.

"You feel so fucking good," he growled against my ear. "Tight. Hot. Wet. Like you were made to take my cock."

"I was." I locked my ankles behind his back, pulling him impossibly deeper. "We were made for each other. Partners... in everything."

"Partners." His hips snapped harder. "Equals. Mine."

"Yours." I scored my nails down his back. He hissed, cock jerking inside me. "And you’re mine."

"Always." He changed the angle—deeper, harder—and hit that spot that made white sparks burst behind my eyes.

I cried out, loud and shameless.

"That’s it," he rasped. "Let me hear you. Every fucking sound. I want them all."

I gave them to him. Moans. Gasps. Broken whimpers of his name.

His hand slid between our bodies. Rough fingertips found my clit—swollen, slick, throbbing—and circled with perfect pressure.

My back bowed off the bed. "Damien!"

"Come for me, baby." His voice was cold. "Let me feel that pretty pussy squeeze my cock. Come all over me."

The second orgasm crashed through me—hard, blinding. My walls fluttered and clenched around his thick length, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through my body. I screamed his name, thighs shaking, toes curling.

"Yes—fuck—yes." His rhythm stuttered. "So beautiful when you come. So perfect. Mine."

He kept moving through my aftershocks, chasing his own release. I lifted a hand to his face, forcing his eyes to mine.

"I love you," I said clearly. "I love you so much it still scares me."

His control snapped. He slammed in one last time—deep, brutal—and came with a hoarse shout of my name. Hot pulses flooded inside me. His whole body shuddered, muscles locked tight as he emptied himself.

We stayed joined, breathing ragged, hearts hammering against each other.

After long moments he eased out slowly—both of us hissing at the loss—then rolled to his side and pulled me against his chest. His fingers drew lazy circles on my damp spine.

"I remember everything," he said quietly. "The sound you made, that spot that made you tremble, when you came apart under me. I lived inside those memories for years."

I pressed a kiss to his collarbone. "Then you know exactly what you almost lost forever."

"I do." He tipped my chin up. "And I’ll spend my life proving I deserve this second chance"