Damian's POV
I closed the distance between us, capturing her lips with mine.
The kiss was hungry, desperate, claiming. My wolf surged beneath my skin, growling with possessive satisfaction as Aria melted against me.
She tasted like salt and sweetness, tears and promise. Her fingers tangled in my hair as I deepened the kiss, and I felt her body respond to mine with an urgency that matched my own.
"Damian," she breathed against my mouth, and the sound of my name on her lips made my blood burn.
I lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her toward the bedroom. Our mouths never broke apart, hands roaming, claiming, remembering.
When I laid her on the bed, her gem-green eyes were dark with desire. I traced my fingers down her throat, feeling he
