Aria's POV
Damian's hands clamped on my hips, thumbs digging in, and then his mouth was on me—no teasing, no slow build. Just heat. Wet. Direct.
His tongue dragged up through my folds in one long, firm stroke, and my whole body jerked. A broken sound tore out of my throat.
He did it again, slower, spreading me open with his thumbs so he could taste everything.
I was already drenched; I could feel how slick I was against his mouth, how shamelessly wet I'd gotten from nothing but his hands and his voice.
"Damian—"
He growled against my c**t. The vibration shot straight up my spine. Then he sealed his lips around that swollen little bundle of nerves and sucked.
My head knocked back against the mirror. The glass was cold; his mouth was scorching.
My vision went white
