Elizabeth braced her hands on the table and looked at him steadily, her tone somewhere between authority and a tenderness she rarely let slip.

"Go quickly, Damon. She's waiting for you. And honestly, if I have to hear one more question about your whereabouts, I'll send her to the border myself."

Damon merely nodded, exhaling slowly. "As you wish, my lady."

Elizabeth turned back to the fire, ending the subject with the same gesture with which she commanded battles. Esther, still leaning against the wall, gave him a sideways glance and teased in a low voice, "Go on, hero. Better to face the girl than the Countess."

He responded with a grunt, adjusting his hood as he left the room. The corridor was silent, lit only by torches whose flames flickered in the cold draft coming from the windows. The sound of his boots echoed slowly, heavily—as if each step pulled him back to memories of Paraphal.

As he walked, a nagging question swirled in his mind.

"On fire"... What did Elizabeth mean by that? Was it a fever? Some healing spell going haywire? Aria was trained in magic, but still...

The thought made him uneasy. He quickened his pace, his coat flapping behind him. Every corner of the mansion felt different—quieter, more distant. The weight of spilled blood still followed him, even here, surrounded by tapestries and incense.

Turning the east hallway, he recognized the door. Aria's room. Light seeped from beneath the wood, casting a yellowish reflection on the floor. He stopped in front of her and took a deep breath. Part of him wanted simply to go back—to postpone the inevitable. He didn't know what to say, or what she expected to hear.

For a moment, he stood still, listening to the faint crackle of the fire on the other side. Then, his hand closed on the doorknob.

"Let's get this over with," he murmured.

The door creaked softly as it opened.

And then he saw her.

The light from the fireplace filled the room, bathing the air in warm, golden hues. Aria was there—her face slowly turning toward him, her blue eyes shining as if in disbelief. Time seemed to stretch between one step and the next, and Damon, for a moment, forgot how to breathe.

The room was lit by the warm, inviting light of the fire. The bed, covered in snow-white sheets, was placed directly in front of the fireplace, allowing the warmth of the fire to spread throughout the room.

And in the middle of the bed, sitting cross-legged, her eyes fixed on him, was Aria.

Her blond hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, illuminated by the glow of the flames. Her skin looked even paler than usual, but there was a flush on her cheeks that made it clear she wasn't just "on fire," as Elizabeth had said.

Aria wore black lace lingerie that contrasted with her pale skin and left little to the imagination. The bra had a V-neckline that accentuated her ample breasts, while the floral-embroidered panties matched the rest of the ensemble perfectly. Her thigh-high black stockings rode up her shapely legs, further emphasizing Aria's curvaceous figure.

Damon was speechless at the sight of her like this, so vulnerable and seductive at the same time. His breathing quickened, and his hands tightened their grip on the clasp of his coat, almost as if to hide his own body, such was his desire for her.

Aria smiled at his reaction, slowly rising from the bed and walking toward him with short, deliberate steps. The heat beat against her skin, lending a rosy hue to the curves exposed by her underwear.

"Come on, Damon," she said in a soft, husky voice. "You didn't come all this way to just stare."

"Come on, Damon," she said in a soft, husky voice. "You didn't come all this way to just stare."

Damon hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. There was something about seeing Aria like this, so exposed and inviting, that made him both anxious and excited. But he couldn't deny what he felt, the attraction that pulled between them like an invisible thread.

Without another word, he approached her, removing his heavy coat and tossing it aside. His eyes roamed her body, taking in every detail—the way the black lace clung to her breasts, the way her panties covered her thighs, the stockings that extended all the way to the tops of her legs.

He was only a few feet away now, and he could feel the heat of her body, the sexual energy she radiated. His hands reached out, reaching for her, and he took a deep breath.

"I missed you," he admitted. "More than I can say."

And then he pulled her close, their bodies melding in a hot, passionate kiss. Her taste was as sweet as he remembered, the scent of her hair and skin bringing back memories of nights spent together. She melted into him, her fingers tangling in his hair as he pressed her against the wall.

"Damon," Aria gasped, arching against him. "I'm so glad you're here. I couldn't help but think about you every day, every moment."

He couldn't disagree. The taste of her, the feel of her soft skin against his, was like a dream come true. The black lace covering her was like a cushion between their bodies, arousing and tempting.

Damon's hands roamed over Aria's curves, her breasts, her waist, her thighs. He felt her tremble beneath his touch, and it only increased his desire for her.

"I couldn't forget you either," he admitted, kissing her neck. "You're all I want, all I need."

Aria made a sound of approval, moving her hips against his. Damon could feel the pressure between her legs, the excitement building within him with each touch.

"Then show me," she teased, sliding her hands under his shirt. "Show me how good this can feel."

Damon needed no further encouragement. With one swift movement, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed, lying with her on the soft mattress.

They kissed again, their tongues dancing, their bodies rubbing. Damon could feel the heat coming from her, the wetness growing between her thighs. He pulled away for a moment, only to kick off his shoes and remove her completely, tossing her aside.

And then he was in her again, their bodies joining in a dance of desire and passion. Damon's hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of exposed skin, tracing the outline of her lace bra. Aria arched her back, pressing herself against him, begging for more.

"Please, Damon," she pleaded. "Stop teasing me… fuck me already… hard…"

Damon needed little encouragement. He unzipped his pants with a trembling hand, freeing his throbbing cock. The head enclosure at his glans was already leaking precum, making his shaft slick and shiny. He positioned the tip against Aria's entrance, feeling the scalding heat radiating from the wet interior.

Without hesitation, he sank into her, burying himself to the hilt in one fluid motion. Aria cried out, her body arching and tensing around the thick, hard shaft. She was tight, almost too tight, and her soft walls contracted involuntarily, spasming around his invading shaft.

Damon began to move, thrusting in and out of Aria's soaked sex at a blistering pace. He couldn't think clearly—he only felt the warm wetness enveloping him, the musky scent of arousal, and the sensation of their bodies coming together.

The room filled with the sounds of moans and grunts, the wet, obscene sound of bodies slamming together. Aria pushed herself up onto her elbows, pumping her hips to meet Damon's thrusts. His hands closed over her breasts, squeezing and massaging the soft flesh, pinching her sensitive nipples.

"That's it... Damon... Oh... Keep going... Like that!" Aria gasped, throwing her head back. The pleasure was overwhelming, her nerve endings crackling with each touch. Every nerve in her body was alive and singing, all its strength concentrated at the point where they met.

Damon attacked her G-spot unceremoniously, crushing the swollen glans against the sensitive nub. Aria's grip around his cock tightened, and she cried out, the walls of her sex contracting in involuntary spasms. The sensation of Aria's canal tightening around him was overwhelming. With a bestial roar, Damon came hard, flooding her sex with thick, hot jets of semen. His abdomen contracted with each spurt, releasing everything he had in his urine. A steady stream of cum gushed from his shaft, filling Aria's womb until it spilled back out.

Aria could hardly believe the sensation of Damon's hot, abundant cum flooding her womb. It was like being filled with molten lava. Her entire body began to contract, her legs trembling and rigid around his hips. With a sharp cry, she reached her own climax, her vaginal walls clenching around his orgasmic member. Spurt after spurt of cum mixed with her own fluids, filling the void until it was a pool between their entwined bodies.

For a moment, all that existed was the searing heat burning between them, and the touch of skin against skin. Nothing else existed, only the ecstatic sensation of ultimate satisfaction.

But the need wasn't just physical. Now that the primal passion had been sated, Damon allowed himself to relax into Aria's embrace, feeling her warmth wash over him. They were both tired, exhausted, and sated. The tension of the past few days had finally drained away, and they could finally relax in each other's presence.

Aria turned her back to him, nestling into his chest. Damon wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. They stayed like that for a few moments, their bodies sliding in and out with their breaths in unison. Aria's eyelids grew heavy, and she almost fell asleep before remembering what else needed to be said.

"Damon," she murmured with a yawn. "We need to talk."

Damon sighed. "I know. But not now. Can we wait until tomorrow?"

Aria hesitated, then nodded. "Okay. If you want."

"I do." Damon kissed the top of her head. "Let's rest first. There's plenty of time to talk tomorrow."

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