Aria's POV
"No—" The protest tore out of me. I was empty. Empty.
My cunt clenched around nothing, aching, desperate, the denied orgasm pulsing through me like a second heartbeat. "Please. Please."
"Not yet." His voice was gravel and smoke. He was kneeling between my thighs now, shoving the ruined silk aside.
Moonlight caught the sweat gleaming on his chest, the brutal cut of his hips, the thick, flushed length of him as he gripped himself. "Not on my hand. I want to feel you come around my cock."
The words made me clench again. I felt the wetness pulse out of me. Felt it slick my inner thighs. Felt the empty, aching void where he should have been.
"You're staring," he said. Low. Dark.
"You're worth staring at."
He made a sound—half laugh, half growl—and lowered hi
