Aria pov
I kissed him hard, crashing my mouth against his like I'd been starving for it. Damien made a low, startled sound in the back of his throat—half surprise, half hunger—before his control snapped and he kissed me back with equal force.
My hands moved on instinct, sliding up the crisp front of his dress shirt, feeling the hard planes of his chest beneath the fabric. I hooked my arms around his neck, fingers threading into the short, dark hair at his nape, tugging just enough to make him growl against my lips.
When I finally pulled back an inch—just enough to breathe—his eyes had gone almost black, pupils blown wide, the icy blue swallowed by raw want. His hands were already locked around my waist, fingers digging in like he was afraid I'd disappear again if he let go.
"We're supposed to be taking this slow," he rasped, voice rough, chest rising and falling fast.
