Damien pov
Aria stood there in nothing but my oversized white shirt, the hem barely covering her ass. Her eyes went wide, then dropped straight to my dick—hard, red, glistening, my hand frozen mid-stroke.
"Damien?" Her voice was soft, surprised.
"Aria, I" Words died, i couldn't explain shit.
She stepped inside and shut the door behind her with a quiet click. Her pupils were blown, dark with heat as she stared at my cock.
"You said we were taking it slow," she murmured.
"We are. This is just—I needed to—" I couldn't finish. My dick twitched in my hand.
"You needed to come." She walked toward me slowly, hips swaying under the shirt. "Because I got you so worked up you were about to explode, and you still held back."
"Yes."
She looked down at my fist, still gripping myself. "That doesn't look like it feels good enough."
"It doesn't." My voice came out rough, strained. "But it's all I've got right now."
"No." She dropped to her knees right in front of me. "It's not."
