His for Six Months

Chapter 48: The Devil’s Mouth

Chapter 48: The Devil’s Mouth

(He tasted like guilt, so I made him beg)

Damon didn’t move.

Not when Aria dropped her heels by the door.

Not when she stalked toward him, hips swaying like a threat.

But the moment her fingers reached for the knot of his tie—he breathed her name like a prayer he didn’t deserve.

“Aria…”

She pulled the silk loose, slow and cruel. “Don’t speak. Not unless it’s begging.”

He dropped the glass.

She straddled him on the velvet couch before it even shattered. Her dress rode up, baring thighs he used to dream about. Only now, she wasn't his dream—she was his punishment.

Her hands curled into his hair, lips grazing his jaw.

“You ever wonder what it’s like,” she whispered, “to be so wanted it hurts?”

He nodded, breath hitching.

She smiled. “Good. I want you to hurt.”

Then her mouth was on his.

Not soft. Not sweet. It was a kiss that tasted like fury—teeth and tongue and everything they’d never said. He groaned against her, hands gripping her ass like he needed her to stay or he’d fall off the edge of the world.

But Aria wasn’t staying.

She was taking.

She ground down on him, slow and filthy, lips brushing his ear.

“Did Cade get a taste?” he rasped.

She licked his throat, then bit. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

He flipped her, fast and hard, her back against the cushions, his body over hers.

She moaned. Loud. Unapologetic.

“You’re playing with fire,” he growled.

“I am fire,” she gasped, arching into his touch. “Now burn with me.”