ARIA POV
I was shaking.
Actually shaking.
Every nerve in my body felt stretched too tight, pulled to the brink over and over again until I didn’t know if I was going to break or burn alive.
Probably both.
The warmth of his body seeped into me, every touch, every flick of his tongue drove me insane.
Rude.
Raw.
Feral.
Every time I got close—so close I could barely breathe—he would stop.
A kiss.
A slow drag of his mouth to my stomach, to my breasts.
A pause that felt like torture.
And then he’d start again. Owning me. Mapping my body like I was his personal playground.
Goddess I hoped I was.
He knew exactly what he was doing to me, I could see the wicked glint in his eyes each time I fisted my hands in desperation.
He did that again, teasing my c**t with his tongue until I
