Aria's POV
He kissed me again, hungrier this time, his tongue sliding against mine in a slow, wet dance that made my knees buckle.
His hands found the zipper of my dress, tugging it down inch by agonizing inch, his knuckles brushing against my spine with deliberate slowness.
The fabric pooled at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my underwear.
Damian's gaze dragged over me—lingering at my breasts, the curve of my waist, the damp spot already forming on my lace panties. His tongue wet his bottom lip.
"f*****g perfect," he muttered, more to himself than to me.
Before I could respond, he lifted me easily, my legs wrapping around his waist.
I could feel him hard against me through his pants, and I ground against him instinctively, earning a low growl from his throat.
