Aria's breath hitched as Damien's finger moved inside her, her body responding with involuntary shivers. She could feel the cold, hard floor against her back, contrasting sharply with the heat from Damien's body hovering over her. His touch was both comforting and exhilarating, each movement sending waves of pleasure through her.
Damien watched her face intently, noting every gasp and moan, adjusting his rhythm to match her reactions. He added another finger, stretching her gently, his thumb maintaining a steady, circling pressure on her clit. Aria's hands gripped the bars of the cell, her back arching off the ground as she felt the buildup intensify.
"Please," she managed to whisper again, her voice thick with need.
Damien nodded, understanding her plea. He withdrew his fingers slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort or further desire. He then adjusted his position, his own arousal evident and pressing against her. He leaned down, kissing her deeply, tasting the salt of her sweat mixed with the sweetness of her lips.
His hands roamed back to her breasts, kneading them softly while his lips trailed down her neck, nibbling and sucking gently on the sensitive spots he knew would drive her wild. Aria's legs wrapped tighter around him, urging him closer.
With a slow, deliberate movement, Damien positioned himself, the tip of him brushing against her entrance. He looked into her eyes, seeking permission one last time. Aria's eyes, filled with lust and trust, met his, and she nodded slightly, her lips parting in anticipation.
He entered her slowly, both of them gasping at the sensation. The warmth and tightness enveloped him, and he paused, allowing her to adjust. Aria's body trembled beneath him, her fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer, deeper.
They found a rhythm together, slow at first, each thrust met with a moan or a whispered word of encouragement. Damien's movements became more urgent as Aria's breath grew more ragged, her nails leaving faint marks on his back as she clung to him.
He sat back slightly, pulling her hips up to meet his, changing the angle to deepen the penetration. Aria's eyes rolled back, her body quivering as the new position hit just the right spot. Damien watched her, his own control slipping as he felt her tightening around him.
Aria reached down between them, her fingers finding her clit, adding to the stimulation. The sight of her touching herself while he was inside her was almost too much for Damien. He increased his pace, his breath coming in short, heavy pants.
The sounds of their bodies colliding, the soft moans, the whispered encouragements filled the cold cell with warmth. The air was thick with their shared desire, the tension building to a crescendo.
Aria's climax hit her like a wave, her body tensing and then shuddering violently, her cries echoing off the walls. Damien felt her pulsating around him, pushing him over the edge. With a few more thrusts, he joined her, his release mingling with her own, their bodies locked in the throes of mutual ecstasy.
For a moment, they stayed like that, breathing hard, wrapped in each other's arms on the cold floor, the reality of their surroundings momentarily forgotten in the glow of their shared pleasure.
Slowly, Damien rolled to the side, pulling Aria with him so she rested on his chest, both of them catching their breath. The cold of the cell began to seep back into their awareness, but the warmth of their bodies pressed together kept the chill at bay.
"Are you okay now?" Damien whispered, his voice a mix of concern and contentment.
Aria nodded, her head resting against his heartbeat, "I am now, thanks to you."
"Now time to tell me what happened to you." Damien said but when he looked at her face, he realized she was already asleep on his chest. Picking her up, carried her as he head back to her house.