novelraw Chapter 252: Would You Still Love Me If I Was a Worm?*
Chapter 252: Would You Still Love Me If I Was a Worm?*
Damien stared at her. His golden eyes narrowed slightly with a glimmer of amusement.
"Is this a trap?" Damien asked. "Is this the equivalent of asking if I would still love you if you were a worm?"
Aria bit her lower lip, fighting a grin. "Maybe."
Damien leaned forward, his gaze dropping to her mouth before sweeping back up to meet her emerald eyes.
"I would still love you even if you were the fattest worm in the entire world, Aria," Damien stated with deadpan sincerity. He reached out, his thumb gently tracing her jawline. "You would be my pretty, fat worm."
Aria’s heart executed a tumbling backflip.
A furious blush exploded across her cheeks. She swooned, leaning into his touch with a soft, melted sigh. "Aww, Damien," she whispered, thoroughly charmed.
He offered a handsome half-smile, his thumb brushing over her lower lip.
"Still," Damien murmured. "You will make yourself sick if you eat that much sugar this late. It is eleven o’clock."
Aria pouted, looking down at the half-eaten pint of Ben & Jerry’s. She pushed the cold tub toward his chest. "Then you should eat some."
Damien didn’t even glance at the dessert. "I don’t eat ice cream."
Aria blinked, her brow furrowing. "Why?"
"I just don’t like it," Damien shrugged, the epitome of a man who preferred single-malt scotch and black coffee.
Aria stared at him.
He didn’t like ice cream? She was going to make it her mission in life to ruin that preference.
"I bet I can change your mind," Aria challenged, a slow smirk pulling at the corners of her lips.
Damien chuckled. "Oh?"
"Maybe," Aria purred, her eyes glittering with lethal intent, "you just need to try enjoying it another way."
She dipped two fingers into the melting vanilla and cookie dough. Maintaining challenging eye contact, she brought her fingers up and deliberately smeared a thick, sweet layer of the freezing ice cream directly across her own lips.
"Taste it," Aria whispered.
Damien didn’t hesitate for a second.
He closed the distance and crashed his mouth down onto hers.
It started as a tasting, his tongue sweeping across her bottom lip, licking away the cold, sugary cream, but the second he tasted her underneath it...
Damien groaned, his hands moving to her waist as he pushed her backward until she fell flat against the silk sheets. He followed her down, hovering over her, his muscular arms caging her in as he devoured her mouth.
Aria broke the kiss, gasping for air. She let go of the ice cream tub, setting it upright on the mattress beside her hip.
Trapped beneath his frame, Aria grabbed the hem of the oversized pajama shirt she was wearing. In one fluid motion, she pulled it over her head and tossed it carelessly onto the floor.
She wasn’t wearing a bra.
Her bare breasts were flushed, her nipples instantly pebbling into tight, hard peaks against the cool air conditioning of the room.
Damien’s breath hitched, his golden eyes darkening with lust as they locked onto her chest.
Aria didn’t break eye contact. She reached over to the tub, scooped up a generous, freezing glob of ice cream with her fingers, and held it directly over her cleavage.
With a challenging, sultry glare, she let the freezing dessert drip.
The cold ice cream splattered against her bare, sensitive chest, pooling in the valley between her breasts. Aria shuddered, her back arching off the mattress as the freezing temperature collided with her warm skin.
"You play hard," Damien growled.
He lowered his head. His mouth was extremely warm against her freezing skin. He dragged his tongue up the slope of her breast, lapping up the melting vanilla with a desperate, starving hunger.
Aria cried out, her fingers tangling in his silver hair as he closed his lips around her ice-cold, sugar-coated nipple. He sucked hard, the intense contrast of the freezing cream and his warm mouth sending white-hot sparks of electricity straight down to her core.
"This is way too sweet, Aria," Damien rasped against her wet skin, his hands gripping her waist possessively.
He didn’t stop there. He used his fingers to scoop more of the melting dessert from the tub, smearing the cold, sticky cream down the flat plane of her stomach. Aria writhed beneath him, panting heavily as he chased the mess with his tongue, swirling it deep into the dip of her navel, licking her clean with meticulous devotion.
"Damien, please," Aria whimpered, her thighs shifting restlessly against the silk sheets.
"Open for me," he commanded, his voice thick with raw need.
He gripped her knees and spread her legs wide, exposing her slick, dripping center to the cool air. He took the last remnants of the melted ice cream from his fingers and smeared it intentionally over the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
Aria sobbed his name, her hands fisting in the sheets as he buried his face between her legs.
He licked the sweet cream from her thighs with broad, punishing strokes of his tongue before diving directly into her wet heat. He lapped at her clit, sucking hard, entirely worshipping her body.
"So wet for me," Damien murmured between wet, sloppy kisses against her folds, his hands holding her hips in a vice grip.
Aria’s vision whited out. She thrashed against the mattress, screaming her release as an orgasm ripped through her, her inner muscles clamping down and milking his tongue.
Damien held her through the aftershocks, licking her clean of her own juices and the remaining sugar, savoring every drop.
When her trembling finally subsided, Damien hovered over her flushed face, his chest heaving, his lips glistening with her wetness.
Aria looked up at him, entirely wrecked, her chest rising and falling in ragged pants.
"Did you enjoy it?" Aria breathed, a lazy, triumphant smirk touching her swollen lips.
Damien stared down at her. He slipped his hand smoothly between her slick, wet thighs.
"You made it taste good," Damien whispered.