Aria POV
He stood up—still inside me—hands under my ass, and carried me to the bathroom like that. My legs locked around his waist, arms around his neck as every step jolted his cock deeper.
He slammed my back against the cold tile wall. Reached between us, yanked the used condom off, tied it and dropped it. Within seconds he grabbed a fresh one from the counter, rolled it on in two seconds.
Then he lifted me higher and impaled me again.
I screamed as he fucked me against the wall like an animal—short, savage thrusts that rattled my teeth. His mouth was on my neck, biting, sucking, marking.
"Four fucking years," he snarled against my skin. "For years I jerked off to the memory of this pussy and it still wasn't enough."
I clawed his back as I drew blood. "Then take it, take every second you missed."
