Aria’s POV
The bedroom is dim, only the soft amber glow from the bedside lamp painting long shadows across the sheets. My heart is already racing before his hands even find my thighs.
Ethan hasn’t said very much tonight. He doesn’t need to. The way he is looking at me with those dark eyes heavy with hunger, lips slightly parted says everything the quiet between us refuses to.
He kneels at the edge of the bed, broad shoulders filling the space between my parted legs. I’m already bare from the waist down, panties long discarded somewhere near the footboard. The cool air kisses my exposed skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat radiating from his palms as they slide up the insides of my thighs, slow and deliberate.
“Relax,” he murmurs, voice low and rough like gravel wrapped in velvet
