The storm outside had calmed to a steady, heavy rain, but inside the private jet’s bedroom, the temperature felt like it had skyrocketed. Aria lay boneless on the black silk sheets, her body still buzzing from the second mind-shattering orgasm Damien had ripped from her with his tongue and fingers. Her thighs were slick with her own release, her nipples tight and sensitive, and her pussy throbbed with an empty ache that only grew worse every time Damien looked at her with those dark, predatory steel-gray eyes.He hovered over her now, completely naked, his massive cock jutting thick and heavy against his abs. Veins pulsed along the impressive length, the flushed head glistening with precum. At 38, Damien Vale was built like a god — broad shoulders, sculpted chest, narrow hips, and that powerful V-line leading straight to the weapon he was about to ruin her with.“You’re shaking again, little secretary,” he murmured, voice low and rough as velvet dragged over gravel. One large hand
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