Damien didn't wait for her to give him an answer. He didn't need one.
He ducked his head, closing the distance between them.
The water in the massive soaking tub sloshed over the edges as he leaned forward, parting his lips and capturing her left breast in his mouth.
Aria let out a sharp, ragged gasp, her back violently arching off his lap.
Her period was slated to start in exactly two days. Her hormones were currently staging a full-blown riot, leaving her breasts swollen, heavy, and exquisitely, painfully sensitive to even the slightest touch.
"Damien," she whimpered, her hands instinctively flying up to tangle in his damp silver hair.
"I can already feel the headache fading," Damien murmured against her wet skin, his breath ghosting over the hypersensitive peak.
