Aria's POV
"Stay."
The word hung in the air between us.
Damian's hand tightened on the doorknob, his entire body going rigid.
"Aria." My name came out rough, almost warning. "You don't know what you're asking."
But I did know. God help me, I knew exactly what I was asking.
"I know." My voice was steadier now, even as my heart hammered against my ribs. "Stay with me, Damian."
He turned slowly, and the look in his eyes made my breath catch.
Raw hunger. Barely restrained control. Something dark and possessive that should have scared me but only made the heat between my thighs intensify.
"You're sick." His voice was strained. "You need rest."
"I need you."
The words left my mouth before I could stop them, honest and desperate.
His eyes flashed, storm-gray
