Aria's POV
Darkness cradled us both, our mingled breaths the only sound between us. Time stretched and contracted until my lips felt parched from our earlier heated exchange.
God, I needed water.
I shifted slightly against Aiden's solid frame beneath me, instantly feeling him tense.
"Baby," he groaned, his voice husky with restraint. "What's wrong?"
I heard the unspoken warning in his tone—if I kept squirming against him like this, his impressive self-control would snap.
"I'm thirsty," I whispered, feeling the vibration of his chest as he let out a low chuckle.
Aiden patted my back gently, signaling me to move. I rolled off him reluctantly, my body still tingling from where we'd been pressed together. He sat up and switched on the bedside lamp, bathing our bedroom in a soft golden g
