Aria's POV
As soon as my phone rang, reality crashed back like ice water.
I shoved at Damon's chest, panic flaring. "Stop. Let go. I have to..."
He didn't release me. If anything, his grip tightened, locking me against the solid wall of his body. His eyes burned with intensity.
"No, Aria," he said, his voice low and rough with need. "Not this time."
Before I could protest, his mouth claimed mine in a kiss that stole every objection, his tongue sweeping in like he owned every part of me.
My wolf howled in triumph inside, Rhein echoing her.
For one treacherous second, I kissed him back, hard.
The phone kept ringing.
Heat flooded every inch of me, the mate bond flaring like wildfire in my veins. I tasted salt and storm on him, felt the hard press of his body molding against mine.
My
