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.
