Page 77 of Aria's Desire

Then he began again.

Sin fucked her slow, then faster, harder, until he was pounding in and out of her tightness, her body shaking under his, her moans near screams, her nails digging into his back. The wet slap of them coming together echoed loudly in their little cave, punctuated by his grunts and her high pitched sounds of need.

Over and over he drove her to the edge until her threats became incomprehensible growls and whimpers. Only when those whimpers became sobs, and his seed was boiling in his balls, did he let them both shatter.

Feeling her walls clamp down around him, knowing he wouldn’t be able to hold back that time, Sin drove deep, changing his thrusts to short, hard strokes and angling his hips so his groin ground down on that little jewel of hers.

Aria went rigid beneath him, her cunt fisting his cock so tightly it made lights flash before his eyes, her nails drawing blood where they were sunk into his back. With a sharp inhale that ended on a scream, she came, bucking and writhing violently beneath him.

She dragged him over the edge with her. Sin groaned long and low with the first spurt of seed that shot from his cock. His body jerked hard with every subsequent surge, the force of his release knocking the breath from him in grunts. It seemed to go on endlessly until the distant worry flickered through the back of his mind that he was going to empty himself entirely inside her and be left a husk.

When he was finally spent and the waves of almost-painful pleasure slackened, Sin was left shaking, breathless, feeling utterly wrung out and more blissful than he could ever recall.

Gathering every bit of strength he could muster, he caught himself before his trembling arms gave out and he flattened her. With a groan, he gathered her to his chest and rolled them over, hissing weakly when the cold stone hit his back.

Aria didn’t move when he thumped over, staying perfectly limp on his chest. A fissure of alarm went through him. Peeling one eye open, he lifted his head and squinted down at the top of hers.

“Are you alive?”

“Uh-uh,” came her slurred response.

“Good. Me either,” he grunted, letting his head fall back, groaning hoarsely when it cracked against the rock.

Chapter 38

Sin could not stop smiling as they dressed and extinguished the lanterns, getting ready to return to the castle. He felt… whole, happy in a way he hadn’t known was possible, peaceful in his mind, and filled to overflowing in his heart.

Every time Aria touched him, which was often, or he caught her gaze, they shared a look filled with new awareness and familiarity. He’d only ever seen her eyes soften like that when she looked at Kix and Tirox. To have that look aimed at him was both electrifying and humbling.

When they finished, Aria stepped up to him, raising up on tiptoe to loop her arms around his neck. She had a contemplative expression on her face, her head tilted, a slight frown between her brows.

Wrapping one arm around her waist to hold her to him, he reached up and smoothed the wrinkled skin with his thumb. “What’s wrong?”

She opened her mouth but paused and shook her head slightly. “I feel like we’re in a bubble. I don’t want to pop it.”

He’d never heard anything said that way, but he understood immediately what she meant. That she treasured this time between them as much as he did meant… everything. His heart felt too big for his chest.

Bending, he kissed her, unable to resist the lure of her perfect lips. “We will not pop bubbles, then. We shall carry it with us.”

Aria chuckled lightly, smiling up at him. “Easy as that, huh?”

He shrugged slightly. “If we will it so, yes.”

She got that soft look again, making his insides feel like warm liquid. “I love you.”

His breath caught. Lifting her higher against his chest, he nuzzled her neck, drawing in a deep breath of her scent. “Say that again, and we will not be leaving this cave for many hours to come.”

“That’s… really damn tempting.”

Sin groaned. It was really damn tempting, but he knew the others would be missing her. He was not her only mate.

The thought made him go perfectly still.

It was the first time he had thought of himself as her mate. He had thought of her as his many, many times, but never that he was hers, couldn’t, not without her acceptance. It felt good, damn good. Right.

Surprisingly, the knowledge that she wasn’t his alone didn’t spark any jealousy. It had, once. He’d struggled mightily seeing her with Tirox and Kix, envy all but eating him alive. Now, with her in his arms, her taste still on his tongue, and her words of love and affection still in his ears, that envy was gone, replaced with a sense of wholeness and brotherhood with the others.

So, instead of tearing her pants off and mounting her again, he guided her legs around his waist and called forth his wings.

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