After Rebirth, I Became My Ex's Aunt-in-Law-Chapter 175: Hospital Beds are for Recovery**

Damien didn’t stop with the index finger.

His golden eyes remained locked onto hers as he parted his lips and took her middle finger into his mouth, then her ring finger. He sucked the salt and the grease away with a slow, agonizingly wet suction, swirling his tongue around the pads of her fingers with a deliberate rhythm.

Aria’s brain effectively melted into a puddle.

He pulled her fingers from his mouth.

He crawled entirely over her, his massive frame caging her in as he pressed her flat into the mattress. His mouth crashed down onto hers.

Aria gasped into his mouth, her hands immediately flying up to tangle in the soft, silver hair at the nape of his neck. She parted her lips, letting his tongue sweep inside, deepening the kiss until she was dizzy with it.

His hands were everywhere. He gripped her hips, dragging her higher up the mattress. The heavy, rigid line of his arousal pressed definitively against her thigh through the fabric of his suit pants.

And then, Damien shifted his weight to get better leverage.

His left elbow slammed down onto the plastic control panel clipped to the side of the hospital bed rail.

Whirrrrrrrrrr.

A loud, mechanical grinding noise filled the room.

Suddenly, the top half of the mattress began to rise, forcefully shoving Aria’s torso forward. Simultaneously, the bottom half of the mattress pitched upward, bending her knees toward her chest.

"What the fuck?" Damien snarled, breaking the kiss as the bed actively tried to fold them in half.

Aria’s eyes snapped open. Damien’s broad shoulders were suddenly wedged awkwardly against the rising headboard, his elbow trapped against the plastic rail.

"Damien!" Aria gasped, suddenly finding her nose practically touching her own kneecaps. "Damien, I’m becoming a panini! Turn it off!"

Damien cursed violently as he tried to yank his elbow off the panel, but the awkward angle of the rising mattress had him pinned. He began blindly smashing his hand against the remote, hitting every button available.

The bed whirred louder. It tilted left. It tilted right. It raised them three inches higher into the air.

Aria couldn’t hold it in.

A loud, wheezing laugh tore out of her throat. She clutched her stomach, laughing so hard tears immediately pricked her eyes.

"It’s not funny," Damien gritted out, his face flushed as he violently mashed the ’Flat’ button with his thumb until the mechanical whine shifted gears.

Slowly, agonizingly, the mattress hissed and lowered them back to a flat, horizontal surface.

Damien let out a ragged breath, glaring down at her.

Aria was in hysterics, her chest heaving, a bright, beautiful smile on her face as she struggled to catch her breath.

He grabbed both of her wrists, pinning them in one hand above her head, effectively cutting off her laughter. He leaned down, his mouth hovering a millimeter above hers.

"Quiet," he commanded, his voice dropping an octave.

He kissed her—a hard, silencing kiss.

Damien reached down and grabbed the hem of her mint-green panda pajama top, yanking the silk over her head and tossing it onto the floor. The matching bottoms followed seconds later, stripped down her legs until she was completely bare beneath him.

Aria whimpered, arching her back off the mattress to meet him.

Damien tried to adjust his stance, shifting to part her legs, but it was like trying to wrestle on a diving board. He let out a frustrated growl.

"The bed is too small," he muttered, pulling away.

He slid off the mattress completely, standing on the floor at the foot of the bed. He grabbed Aria by the hips and effortlessly pulled her down until her bottom rested right on the edge of the mattress.

Aria instinctively wrapped her bare legs around his waist, pulling him flush against her center.

Damien groaned, the friction sending a jolt of electricity straight to his groin. He fumbled with his belt, his eyes dark and dilated, his chest heaving under his unbuttoned shirt.

He freed himself, then quickly reached into his back pocket to retrieve his wallet. He pulled out a foil packet, tore it open with his teeth, and smoothly rolled the condom down the thick, aching length of his cock.

"Aria," Damien breathed, his hands gripping her bare hips tightly.

He lined the broad head of his cock up at her slick, wet entrance. With a powerful, desperate surge, he drove his hips forward, sinking deep inside her.

"Ah!" Aria gasped, her head falling back as he filled her completely.

She was incredibly tight, clamping down around him instantly. Damien groaned, a deep vibration of pure satisfaction.

But the sheer, violent force of his thrust transferred directly to the mattress.

Squeeeeaaaak.

The entire hospital bed, completely devoid of locked casters, shot backward across the slick linoleum floor. It rolled a solid two feet away from him, taking Aria with it.

Because he was firmly planted on the floor, the sudden movement yanked her right off of him. Damien slipped out of her wet heat. He was left standing there, his hips thrust forward into nothing, holding onto empty space.

Aria looked at the two feet of floor separating them. She looked at Damien’s perfectly stunned face.

"I can’t!" Aria shrieked, falling backward onto the mattress, kicking her legs in the air as she howled with laughter. "The bed! The bed ran away from you!"

His face shifted from stunned to purely homicidal.

He marched toward the bed. He didn’t say a word. He raised his expensive, Italian leather dress shoe and brought his heel down on the plastic wheel locks of the hospital bed.

CRACK. CRACK.

The plastic locks shattered, permanently jamming the wheels into the floor.

He violently yanked the bed back to its original position, his jaw clenched with irritation.

Aria was still giggling, wiping a tear from her eye.

Damien grabbed her hips, dragging her back to the absolute edge of the mattress until half her ass was hanging off. He stepped securely between her parted thighs, his large hands gripping the backs of her knees to hike her legs up and wrap them tight around his waist.

The humor vanished the second the head of his cock brushed against her entrance again.

Aria let out a sharp gasp, her fingernails digging into his biceps. "Damien..."

"Let’s see if you’re laughing now," he rasped.

He thrust forward again, burying himself to the hilt in one long, savage stroke.

"Ah!" Aria cried out, her back arching off the mattress as he stretched her completely.

He didn’t give her time to adjust. He pulled back almost entirely and slammed his hips forward again. The heavy smack of his flesh against hers echoed loudly in the room, accompanied by the desperate squeaking of the hospital bed’s metal springs.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Damien panted, his rhythm fast and punishing. "So fucking tight, Aria."

"Damien—too deep—" Aria whimpered, her moans getting louder as the friction sent white-hot sparks shooting through her nervous system.

"Shh," he whispered, leaning down to capture her lips.

Every time he drove his cock deep inside her, his knees smacked aggressively against the hard plastic of the lower guardrails. He didn’t care. He ignored the bruising on his kneecaps, entirely consumed by the blinding pleasure of fucking his wife.

He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, biting and sucking hard at her collarbone. He reached his hand down between their furiously slapping bodies. His long fingers found her soaking wet clit, pressing firmly and rubbing it in perfect time with his hard thrusts.

Aria screamed into his shoulder. Her vision whited out at the edges.

"That’s it," Damien growled into her ear, his breath hot, his pace turning utterly frantic. "Take my cock. Cum for me, baby. Now."

Aria shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her with violent intensity, her back arching entirely off the sheets as she clenched in rapid, agonizingly tight spasms around his shaft. She sobbed his name, her nails leaving deep, crescent moon indentations in his broad shoulders.

Her release pushed him right over the edge.

Damien drove his hips forward one last time, burying himself as deep as physically possible, and held her down as he spilled into the condom, his massive frame shuddering violently against hers.

He collapsed forward, burying his face in her rose-gold hair, his chest heaving against her own. The only sounds in the room were their ragged intakes of oxygen, and the slow, rhythmic squeak of the bed springs settling.

When Damien finally found the strength to move, he slid out of her with a wet, sloppy sound, disposing of the protection before stripping off his suit pants and climbing onto the mattress beside her.

Twenty minutes later, the lights were off.

Aria was curled up on her side, fast asleep, wrapped securely in the blanket, a thoroughly satisfied smile playing on her lips.

Damien was lying behind her. The bed was so narrow that he was literally balancing on the extreme edge of the mattress, his core engaged just to keep from falling onto the floor.

But he didn’t care. He had wrapped his arm securely around Aria’s waist, pulling her back flush against his chest, ensuring she had the entire center of the bed to herself.

He buried his face in her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin. He would gladly sleep on a razor blade if it meant he got to hold her.

He closed his eyes, finally letting the exhaustion claim him.