Aria pov
"Say my name again," he ordered, voice low and dangerous. His hands framed my face, thumbs brushing my cheekbones with surprising gentleness before his mouth crashed down on mine.
The kiss was raw, consuming—teeth and tongue and desperation. He swept inside my mouth like he owned it, tasting the remnants of his earlier claim, groaning when I sucked on his tongue in return. My fingers twisted into his dark hair, yanking him closer, needing more.
He rewarded me with another deep roll of his hips, grinding his cock against me. The friction sent aftershocks racing through me; I whimpered into his mouth.
When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathing hard.
"Please," I managed, the word trembling.
"Please what?" His lips found the side of my neck, sucking hard—hard enough to bruise, hard enough to mark. "Tell me exactly what you want, Aria. Use your words."
