The CEO's Rejected Wife And Secret Heir-Chapter 144: Fore play

Damien pov

I couldn’t help it—I laughed too, low and rough, the sound rumbling in my chest as I leaned down to brush my mouth against hers.

"Maybe I did," I murmured against her lips, letting the vibrating tip hover just above her skin, teasing without touching yet. "I spent time thinking about you—every night, every damn day. You think I didn’t imagine all the ways I wanted to make you come undone?"

Her breath hitched, eyes darkening with heat even as that little spark of surprise lingered. "We just had sex some weeks ago."

I grinned against her throat, nipping lightly before I answered. "That was then." I let my free hand slide up her inner thigh, fingers brushing the slick heat between her legs. "This is now. I’m yours always." I trailed the vibrator down the center of her body—between her breasts, over the soft plane of her stomach—watching every tiny reaction on her face. "And tonight I’m going to prove it."

She shivered, half-laughing, half-moaning as I finally pressed the vibrator to her clit. The moment it settled there she jerked, a sharp, needy sound tearing from her throat. I held it steady, unrelenting, while my other hand pushed two fingers inside her.

She was so wet, so hot, so ready. I curled them upward, stroking that spot that always made her lose control, pumping slow and deep while the vibrator pressed harder against her swollen clit.

"Damien" Her voice cracked.

"Look at me."

She did—eyes glassy, lips parted—and when I pressed the toy firmer she grabbed my second wrist and pulled my fingers to her mouth. She sucked them in, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing. The sight snapped every last thread of restraint I had left.

I pulled my fingers free, dragged them wet and shining down to her breasts. I pinched one nipple hard, rolled it, flicked it sharply while my other hand kept the vibrator locked in place.

Her moans turned into broken cries. Her thighs shook. When her walls clamped down and her whole body bowed off the bed, I didn’t ease up—I kept the pressure on her clit until she came apart screaming, pulsing hard around me, thighs trembling uncontrollably.

She barely had time to breathe before I was moving.

I ripped my shirt open—buttons scattering—shoved my trousers and briefs down in one impatient motion. My cock sprang free, painfully hard, already leaking. I settled between her thighs, lined myself up, and pushed in slow—inch by torturous inch—watching her face the whole time.

She whimpered, nails biting into my shoulders. "Faster please, Damien, faster"

"Not yet." I rolled my hips in deep, lazy circles, grinding against every sensitive place inside her without ever giving her what she was begging for.

She writhed, she cursed me, she pleaded. Every desperate sound only made me want to drag it out longer. When I felt my own release creeping too close I stopped completely—buried to the hilt, perfectly still—letting us both hang on the razor’s edge.

"Damien" Her voice was wrecked.

I waited until her begging turned frantic, almost sobbing, then I snapped my hips forward—hard, fast, relentless. She screamed my name as I pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up high. One hand fisted gently in her hair—just enough to hold—while the other guided me back inside in one deep thrust. I fucked her like that—deep, steady, the wet slap of our bodies loud in the room.

She pushed back to meet every stroke, voice hoarse. "Yes—God, yes—right there"

When she came again—harder, walls fluttering and squeezing—I pulled her up, spun us, pressed her back to the cool wall. Her legs locked around my waist instantly. I drove into her with punishing force now, chasing my own end, every thrust slamming home.

"With me," I growled against her throat. "Come with me, baby."

One last brutal thrust and I shattered—hot, pulsing deep inside her as she clenched around me again, crying out into my shoulder. We rode the aftershocks together, shaking, sweat-slick, hearts slamming against each other.

I didn’t pull out. I just held her there against the wall, forehead pressed to hers, breathing hard.

"I love you," I whispered, softer this time, almost broken with it.

She smiled through the haze, fingers sliding through my damp hair. "I know. And I love you too." I kissed her then—slow, unhurried—like we had all the time in the world.

Hours later

The room was quiet now except for the soft hum of the city far below the windows. We lay tangled in the sheets, her head pillowed on my chest, one leg thrown over mine like she still didn’t want any space between us. My arm was wrapped around her shoulders, fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns across her bare skin—over the curve of her collarbone, down the dip of her spine, back up again. Her breathing had evened out, but I could tell she wasn’t asleep yet.

Her dark hair spilled across. I pressed my lips to the top of her head, inhaling the familiar scent of her shampoo mixed with sweat and us. My heart still hadn’t quite settled; it thudded steady but hard under her cheek.

"That was" she started, voice soft and a little rough from all the sounds she’d made earlier.

I smiled into her hair. "Better than our last time?" I supplied.

She let out a small, breathless laugh that vibrated against my ribs. Her fingers flexed against my side, nails lightly scraping. "I was going to say... intense. But yeah." She tilted her head up just enough to meet my eyes. "Definitely better."

I shifted slightly so I could see her face better—those eyes still heavy-lidded, lips swollen from kissing, a faint flush lingering on her cheeks as my thumb brushed along her jaw.

She laughed softly. "Not that our reunion times weren’t good, but this" She lifted her head to look at me. "This felt different. Complete. Like we finally healed all the broken pieces."

"We did." I kissed her forehead. "We healed each other. Built something stronger than what was broken."

"I can’t believe we’re getting married in less than a month." Wonder filled her voice.

"Believe it." I tightened my arms around her. "Because Aria, I’m marrying you. Making you my wife once again, officially, legally and permanently. And this time" My voice was fierce. "This time I’m doing it right. With vows I mean. With love I’ll show you every day. With a life built on trust and partnership and choosing each other."

"We’re going to be so happy," she said softly. "Aren’t we?"

"Disgustingly happy." I smiled. "Noah’s going to complain about how gross we are. Olivia’s going to roll her eyes. Lucas is going to give me shit about being whipped."

"And?" She raised an eyebrow.

"And I won’t care." I pulled her up for a kiss. "Because Aria, being loved by you, loving you back—it’s worth all the teasing. Worth everything."

"Good answer." She settled back against me. "Very good answer."

The feel of her body still trembling against me, her full breasts crushed flat to my chest, hard nipples scraping my skin with every breath got me hard again almost instantly. My cock swelled, pressing thick and insistent against her soft thigh.

She noticed right away. Her head tilted up, eyes sleepy but amused. "Again?" she asked, voice rough and teasing. "Are you not tired?"

I gave a low laugh. "Never tired of you."

I shifted her closer, still facing each other. Her breasts never left my chest; they just pressed even tighter as our bodies lined up front to front. Her leg was hooked up over my hip as I positioned her thighs wider.

I gripped my cock, rubbed the swollen head along her slick folds once, twice, then pushed in slow. She was still hot and dripping from before, walls fluttering around me as I sank deep. We both groaned — everything felt extra sensitive now.

This time I kept it slow and deep. Long, lazy rolls of my hips pulling almost out, then sliding all the way back in, grinding my pelvis against her clit every time I bottomed out. Her breasts stayed mashed to my chest, sliding a little with each thrust, nipples dragging through my chest.

My hand slipped down between us. I found her swollen clit and started rubbing slow, firm circles, matching the rhythm of my cock moving inside her.

"Damien" Her voice broke, nails digging into my shoulder.

I didn’t speed up. Just kept that steady grind, rubbing her clit while I fucked her deep and thorough, our chests locked tight together, her soft breasts heaving against me with every breath.

"One more time, baby," I whispered against her lips. "Just one more."

She buried her face in my neck, whimpering every time I filled her completely. I felt her start to tighten, walls squeezing me harder and harder. Her leg trembled over my hip.

"Come with me," I breathed into her hair, feeling my own release building fast. "Together."

Her pussy clamped down like a vice. A choked cry vibrated against my throat as she came — pulsing hard around my cock, whole body shaking. Her breasts pressed even tighter to me with every spasm. That sent me over. I groaned her name, hips jerking, spilling deep inside her in hot pulses while we shuddered together.

We stayed like that — on our sides, face to face, my cock still buried in her, her leg draped over me, breasts still warm and soft and smashed against my chest but neither of us moved.

"Now I’m tired," I admitted with a quiet laugh, kissing her forehead.

She smiled against my skin, already drifting. "Good. Sleep now."

I held her close, still inside her, feeling our combined mess slowly leaking as we dozed off—still tangled together, still connected—I made one final promise to myself: I would never take this for granted. Never forget how lucky I was. Never stop being grateful that this brilliant, beautiful, brave woman chose me.