Chapter 229 Sex on private jet
Damian’s POV
Once wasn’t enough.
It was never enough with her.
Even as Aria collapsed against my chest, her breathing ragged and her body trembling from the aftermath of her release, I could feel the hunger still coiling tight in my gut.
The bond between us hummed with satisfaction, but it wasn’t satisfied. Not yet.
My wolf was prowling beneath my skin, demanding more. Demanding to claim her again and again until there was no doubt in either of our minds that she belonged to me.
"Damian," Aria breathed against my neck, her voice soft and sated. "We should—"
"We should nothing." I cut her off, my hands already moving to her hips, lifting her slightly before pulling her back down onto me.
She gasped, her body still sensitive from the last orgasm, and I felt her clench around me. "I’m not done with you yet."
Her green eyes widened, her cheeks flushing that perfect shade of pink that made my wolf purr with satisfaction. "But we’re landing soon—"
"Then we’d better make this quick." I captured her mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing her protests as I began to move her again.
Three steps and her bare back met the cool glass of the jet window; she arched hard at the contrast, a broken sound spilling from her lips, nipples drawing tight against my chest.
"Cold?" I murmured against her mouth.
"Y-yes—ah—"
"Good. Stay right there."
I drew my hips back and thrust up into her in one deep stroke, pinning her to the glass. Her cry went straight to my cock.
Like this I could see everything—her flushed face, the bounce of her breasts, the way her stomach jumped every time I bottomed out. I bent my head and took one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, teeth grazing just enough to make her writhe.
"Damian—"
"These fucking tits," I growled against her skin, tonguing the stiffened peak before switching to the other, leaving it wet and red. "Been in my mouth half a minute and you’re already dripping down my cock again. Feel that? Feel how fucking soaked you are for me?"
I fucked her slow and deep against the window, each thrust lifting her, grinding her spine into the glass. Below us, clouds slid past in a white blur.
My hand splayed at her lower back, holding her braced, while my mouth stayed greedy on her breasts—sucking, biting, lavishing until she was panting and clawing at my shoulders.
"Look at you," I said, voice filthy low. "Nipples so fucking tight. You like getting used against the window where anyone could imagine it? My cock splitting this greedy little cunt open at thirty thousand feet?"
"Please—" Her head thudded lightly against the glass. "Harder—"
I gave it to her. Harder. Deeper. The wet slap of our bodies filled the cabin. Her breasts bounced with every thrust and I caught one in my mouth again, groaning around it as her pussy clenched and fluttered, heat building around me in slick, desperate pulls.
When her thighs started to shake harder, when her moans pitched higher, I pulled out.
She made a broken noise of protest that almost undid me.
"Turn around."
"Damian—"
"Hands on the glass, baby. Now."
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Aria’s POV
He spun me around, pressed my palms to the cold window, and kicked my feet apart. Cool air hit the slick mess running down my thighs—then he gripped my hips and drove into me in one brutal thrust.
I cried out, forehead nearly dropping to the glass. So deep like this I couldn’t breathe, my pussy stretching wide around him, walls clenching hard on instinct.
"That’s it," he rasped, arm locking around my waist, fingers finding my clit. "Take it. Arch your back—good girl. Let me fucking have you."
I arched because my body left me no choice. He fucked me hard and deep, every thrust shoving me forward until my bare pussy dragged against the cold glass—wet, swollen, too sensitive. The chill made me gasp; the friction made my knees buckle. Heat built fast between my thighs, thick and shameless.
"Feel that?" He ground me harder into the window. "Your little cunt rubbing all over the glass. Fucking filthy. You’re painting it with how wet you are."
"Damian—ah—it’s cold—"
"And you’re still clamping down like a fucking vice." He bit my throat, hips snapping. "This pussy just wants cock. My cock. Say it."
"Yours—" I moaned, shaking. "It’s yours—"
"Louder."
"It’s yours—fuck—please—"
He gave it to me ruthless—deep strokes that hilting every time, fingers working tight circles over my clit while he smeared my cunt against the glass. Lewd wet sounds filled the cabin. My legs trembled. My arms gave out against the pane. Inside, everything coiled tight, fluttering hard along his shaft.
"Come on my cock with your pussy all over that window," he growled against my ear. "Want you shaking so hard you can’t stand. Come, Aria. Fucking come for me."
The orgasm surged through me violently.
My cunt seized around him in hard pulses; a broken cry tore out of me as my whole body jolted. Pleasure ripped up my spine and spilled hot between my legs until my knees buckled and I was sobbing his name, still clenching around him.
He held me up and fucked me through it.
"Good girl—just like that—"
Two more thrusts and he buried himself deep with a groan, spilling hot inside me. I felt every pulse—thick, flooding—while he ground my oversensitive pussy against the glass. Another weak flutter wrenched through me. I whimpered, wrecked.
We stayed locked like that, panting. My thighs kept twitching. His cum and my wetness streaked down my legs and smeared the window where he’d made me rub myself open.
He kissed the damp skin behind my ear."I love you."
The words hit me like a physical blow. They always did.
"I love you too," I said quietly. "More than you know."