All Chapters of Raw Ecstasy Chronicles (Erotica collections): Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

~Aria’s POV~It’s my wedding day, the one I’ve pinned on vision boards since I was sixteen, and every time I close my eyes to breathe, all I see is my husband’s brother’s cock.Thick. Heavy. Veined in a way that makes my mouth water and my cunt clench so hard the lace garter bites into my thigh.I’m standing here in white, pure as the lies I’m about to tell, while my pulse throbs in perfect rhythm with the memory of Damien.I remembered what happened a few days ago. I was looking for my sweet husband when my legs led me to Damien’s room. Julian always loved staying with his brother Damien,so maybe he was in there. My legs led me to the bathroom. The door stood ajar, steam spilling out in thick waves. I should have turned away. Instead I stepped inside.There he was—Damien. He stood naked under the shower, water streaming down the hard planes of his chest, over carved abs, lower. My gaze dropped before I could stop it. His cock hung heavy between strong thighs, thick even soft, darker

While I was trying to put myself together, Julian’s mother swooped in like a perfumed hurricane, planting a lipstick kiss on my cheek that felt like a brand of approval I didn’t deserve. “You are radiant, darling,” she cooed, then turned to her youngest son with a theatrical pout. “Julian, indulge your old mother in one dance before you sail off into the sunset with your bride.”Julian laughed, delighted. I laughed too, the sound brittle and bright, while Damien’s fingers were still slick with me under the tablecloth.Then I heard myself say it, the joke bubbling up from pure desperation, “Actually, if the ladies’ room could steal me for some minutes, I’d be grateful.”The table erupted in good-natured laughter. Someone clinked a glass. Julian kissed my knuckles like the perfect groom. “Go, love. We’ll survive without you for sixty seconds.”Sixty seconds. I was already counting heartbeats.I stood. The motion shifted the silk against my skin and I felt it, warm, treacherous, a slow

He pulled out so suddenly that a desperate, empty ache bloomed inside me, a hollow cry ripping from my throat before I could stop it. But Damien didn’t give me time to mourn the loss. His strong hands gripped under my thighs, spinning me effortlessly, lifting me like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist on pure instinct, ankles locking at the small of his back, pulling him closer. The soaked lace of my panties was still twisted obscenely to the side, and the thick, throbbing head of his cock found my dripping entrance again, as if it knew exactly where it belonged.My back slammed against the cool marble wall, stealing my breath, and in one brutal, unforgiving stroke, he buried himself to the root. The stretch was exquisite agony, his cock felt impossibly huge, splitting me open, filling every aching inch. Air exploded from my lungs in a shattered gasp.“Fuck, Damien—”He didn’t wait, didn’t give me a second to adjust. His hips snapped forward in hard, punishing thrusts