After Rebirth, I Became My Ex's Aunt-in-Law-Chapter 226: His Face Is My Throne**

Damien knelt on the plush hotel rug, completely bare, the dim ambient light casting shadows over the hard, corded muscles of his chest and arms. He looked down at Aria, his golden eyes dropping to take in every single inch of her naked body sprawled out on the carpet beneath him.

"Mine," Damien whispered.

Despite the fact that his thick, rock-hard cock was throbbing against his own abdomen, he leaned forward, bracing his weight on his forearms.

He hovered over her, his hand coming up to her flushed face, and crashed his mouth down onto hers. Aria groaned into his mouth, her hands flying up to tangle in his silver hair as his tongue swept past her lips, claiming her with a hungry, possessive heat.

He broke the kiss only to trail his mouth down the column of her throat.

Damien shifted his weight, his hand sliding down to her breasts. When his warm, palm firmly cupped her, pushing the soft flesh together, Aria let out a breathless gasp.

He lowered his head and took her left nipple into his mouth.

"Ah!" Aria arched her back off the plush rug, her fingers digging into his broad shoulders.

He sucked hard, pulling the tightened peak deep into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nerve endings. He used his thumb and forefinger to gently pinch and roll her other nipple, perfectly dividing his attention.

Aria writhed beneath him, her breath hitching in ragged pants as the wet suction sent electric shocks of pleasure shooting straight down to her core.

"Damien, please," Aria whined, her drunken lack of filter making her delightfully blunt. "It feels so good... just fuck me. Put it in."

Damien chuckled against her wet skin, the sound sending a shiver down her spine.

"I’m going to taste every inch of you first," Damien promised, his voice dropping into a husky purr.

He pulled back, his golden eyes dark with intent. With smooth, effortless strength, Damien rolled onto his back, pulling Aria with him so that she tumbled directly over his torso.

Aria gasped as she found herself straddling his chest. Her slick, dripping center was suddenly hovering mere inches above his face.

"Come here," Damien commanded softly. His large hands gripped her bare hips, firmly and securely guiding her weight down. "Sit on me."

Aria’s breath caught in her throat. She lowered herself, guided entirely by his strong hands. The moment her wet heat met the velvet of his mouth, Aria’s brain completely short-circuited.

"Ah, yes," Aria moaned loudly, throwing her head back. "Damien!"

Damien didn’t hesitate for a single second. He held her hips firmly in place, his tongue going to work. He devoured her with a messy, desperate hunger, parting her slick folds to lap at her with a punishing, relentless rhythm.

Aria tried to ride his face, grinding her hips down against his mouth with wild, uninhibited enthusiasm. But because of her drunken state, her coordination was entirely shot. She bucked her hips a little too hard to the left, her knee slipping awkwardly on the plush rug.

"Ow, rug burn!" Aria yelped mid-moan, giggling as she wobbled and nearly toppled over.

Damien let out a muffled chuckle against her wetness, but his grip on her hips tightened instantly like a vice, stabilizing her weight effortlessly.

"I’ve got you," he rumbled against her skin. "Let me do the work."

Using his thumbs to spread her cheeks wider, his tongue dove deep inside her dripping entrance, swirling with a deliberate, agonizing pressure before dragging back up to flick her swollen clit.

He knew exactly where to press, exactly how hard to suck, and exactly how to dismantle her sanity.

Aria forgot all about the rug burn. She forgot how to speak English.

"Holy shit," she babbled, her hands dropping to the floor to brace herself as his tongue moved faster, lapping at her. "That’s—right there! Yes! Eat it!"

She lacked any semblance of shame. The words tumbled out of her mouth, fueling the lust in Damien’s eyes. He hummed against her.

The sensation was blinding. Aria had never felt anything like this. Her inner muscles spasmed, her thighs trembling violently around his head as the pleasure built into an unbearable coil in her lower belly.

"I’m gonna cum," Aria sobbed, her fingernails digging into the plush carpet, her hips snapping down against his face in a frantic, messy rhythm as he held her in place. "Damien, I’m cumming!"

He sucked her clit hard, applying the exact pressure she needed to push her over the edge.

Aria shattered, a screaming, full-body orgasm ripping straight through her core. Her thighs clamped tightly around his ears as she shook violently, crying out his name into the quiet hotel suite as she released on his mouth. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Damien held her through the aftershocks, gently kissing her slick, trembling thighs as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

Aria slid down and collapsed forward, her sweaty chest hitting his stomach. She lay there for a second, panting and laughing weakly at the same time.

"Ten out of ten," Aria wheezed, her cheek resting against his chest.

But as Aria lay there, her arm brushed against the lower half of his body.

She felt the thick, completely neglected length of his rock-hard cock pulsing against his own thigh, leaking a slick drop of pre-cum from the tip.

"You’re so hard, Damien," Aria whispered, her eyes dark and mischievous as she pushed herself up on her elbows. "I came in your mouth, it’s only fair that you cum in mine too."

Damien’s breath hitched as Aria began to slowly, clumsily crawl backward down his muscular body.

She slipped off his chest, her bare knees dragging across the rug until she was positioned directly between his spread legs. She sat back on her heels, her hair a wild, beautiful mess around her flushed face.

She reached out and wrapped her small, smooth hand firmly around the thick base of his cock, squeezing it affectionately.

Aria leaned down, parting her cherry-red lips, and positioned her mouth right over the swollen, glistening head of his cock.