ARIA'S POV
Aria woke slowly, her body registering two things immediately: she was incredibly sore, and she was wrapped in Damien's arms.
Sunlight filtered through the curtains of his bedroom...their bedroom now, really, since she spent more nights here than at her mother's apartment. The light was soft and golden, suggesting it was still early morning, maybe around seven or eight.
She shifted slightly and immediately felt the protest from her muscles. Her thighs ached. Her core was tender and oversensitized. There were marks on her skin.....faint bruises on her hips where Damien's fingers had gripped her, a love bite on her neck that she definitely hadn't noticed him leaving last night.
The memories of the hot spring flooded back in vivid detail. Six orgasms. Six. She'd come six times in the span of maybe two hours, and Damien had been relentless, possessive, completely overwhelming in the best possible way.
