Aria's POV
As soon as we got into my room and the door clicked shut behind us, Damon’s mouth found mine in a passionate, hungry kiss. I answered it, fingers curling into the front of his shirt, pulling him closer.
The bond flared bright and hot between us.
Yes, Lydia breathed, almost a growl of satisfaction.
Clothes became obstacles. His shirt hit the floor. Mine followed. His broad hands kissed my skin, sliding down my back, over the curve of my hips, claiming.
I pushed him toward the bed. He went willingly, drawing me down with him until I straddled his lap, the hard length of him pressing against me through the last thin barriers of fabric.
“Aria.” My name was rough in his throat. “Look at me.”
I did. The gentleness was still there, but threaded now with fierceness.
I reached be
