Aria's POV
Right there, with Caleb listening.
No. I couldn't let him win!
"Let me go!" I snarled, writhing beneath him, struggling with everything I had.
"Dream on."
Damon's face was stone cold. He pressed his knee down on my legs, seized both my wrists, and pinned them above my head—stripping me of any chance to fight back.
Rip!
A chill ran over my skin. The sound of fabric tearing cut through the silence, sharp and jarring against our ragged breathing—unbearably intimate.
"Damon—"
The words died in my throat. Damon gripped my jaw and kissed me.
My body went rigid. A jolt of electricity shot from my spine through my limbs. An overwhelming wave of sensation crashed over me, almost too much to bear.
His cool fingertips moved with practiced ease, finding every sensitive spot on my
