Aria's POV
"Aiden," I whispered, my voice raw with need as I reached for him, fingers trembling. The cool surface of the piano pressed against my back, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body.
"You stopped playing," he observed, his breathing ragged, eyes dark with desire. He gripped my hips, his fingers pressing into my flesh with delicious intensity that would surely leave marks. I couldn't bring myself to care.
"The lesson... is over," I managed between desperate gasps, arching toward him.
A low, rough laugh escaped him, the sound vibrating through me. "Baby, we haven't even gotten to the main course yet." His voice was deep, husky with promise as he leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear.
In one fluid motion, he thrust into me—a deep, claiming strok
