Damian's POV
I stilled immediately, my c**k still pressed at her entrance, both of us panting. Aria's head was buried against my shoulder.
"Give us two minutes," I growled into the intercom.
"Yes, Alpha."
I pulled back immediately, my c**k still hard, aching, demanding I finish what I'd started. Aria whimpered at the loss of contact.
But I couldn't. Not like this. Not rushed in the back of a car.
When I finally did claim her completely—and I would claim her—it would be done properly. In a bed. Where I could take my time and make her scream my name until her voice gave out.
I adjusted her dress, making her decent, then fixed my own clothes. Aria was still trembling, her eyes unfocused.
"Look at me." I cupped her face, forcing her to meet my eyes. "You okay?"
She
