Page 179 of Damsel in Disguise

Then I’m gone too.

Pleasure crashes through me with such force, taking my ability to think, to breathe. And I’m coming hard inside relentlessly.

A rough groan tears my throat along with the wave after wave of euphoria hitting me hard enough to black out everything around me for a moment.

When the haze finally clears, I find her beneath me, breathing softly and already dozing off.

At some point, I’ve slowed to deep, languid thrusts, rolling my hips against her clit as we chase the fading aftershocks together.

Gradually, even those stop.

I remain inside her for longer than I thought I would before finally collapsing forward.

My arms brace on either side of her head as I hover above her, both of us breathless in the aftermath hanging heavy in the now quiet room.

We stare at each other for a long moment, neither of us speaking.

Then she reaches up and presses a soft kiss to the tip of my nose.

My eyes widen at the simplicity of the action.

The gesture is so unexpectedly gentle that it catches me completely off guard. Something strange shifts inside my chest—something dangerously close to warmth.

Before it can do any more questionably stupid things to my mechanical heart, I’m pushing myself upright and focusing on untying the knots around her wrists and ankles. Anything to redirect my attention.

As the restraints fall away, my gaze catches on the evidence scattered across the sheets.

Blood.

Not only is it on my cock, but it’s also staining the bed beneath her.

“Did you get your period?”

Instead of stretching her sore limbs, Ariella blushes at the simple question and curls in on herself to avoid my eyes.

“You’re my first,” she murmurs.

My brows shoot up at the innocent confession.

For once, I’m grateful she’s looking away and doesn’t see the genuine surprise flashing across my face.

I clear my throat. “You could’ve told me.”

The words come out softer than intended. Yet I don’t remind her about coming inside her.

Don’t remind myself that I ended up doing exactly what the Triarch Dominion wanted me to do.

The realization falls heavily somewhere in the back of my mind, waiting to become tomorrow’s problem.

“I didn’t want you to hold back,” she admits quietly.

The shy sincerity in her voice chips away at my concern, if only for a moment.

Looking at her now—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and that nervous vulnerability she only seems to show when she’s being genuine—I can’t help the small laugh bubbling up in my chest.

“You’re cute.”

The blush deepens immediately.