Damien knelt on the plush hotel rug, completely bare, the dim ambient light casting shadows over the hard, corded muscles of his chest and arms. He looked down at Aria, his golden eyes dropping to take in every single inch of her naked body sprawled out on the carpet beneath him.
"Mine," Damien whispered.
Despite the fact that his thick, rock-hard cock was throbbing against his own abdomen, he leaned forward, bracing his weight on his forearms.
He hovered over her, his hand coming up to her flushed face, and crashed his mouth down onto hers. Aria groaned into his mouth, her hands flying up to tangle in his silver hair as his tongue swept past her lips, claiming her with a hungry, possessive heat.
He broke the kiss only to trail his mouth down the column of her throat.
Damien shifted his weight, his hand sliding down to her breasts. When his warm, palm firmly cupped her, pushing the soft flesh together, Aria let out a breathless gasp.
