Aria's POV
Damian carried me into the bathroom, the tiles cool against my bare skin as he set me down on the edge of the marble counter.
He didn't turn on the lights—just let the dim glow from the hallway spill in, casting shadows across his face.
He stepped between my thighs, his hands braced on either side of me, and leaned in to kiss me—slow, deep, like he had all the time in the world.
"You have no idea what you do to me," he murmured against my lips.
Before I could answer, he dropped to his knees.
My breath hitched as his hands gripped my thighs, pulling me forward until I was teetering on the edge of the counter. He didn't ask. He just lowered his mouth to me.
His tongue slid through my folds, slow and deliberate, tasting what was still dripping from me.
I c
