Aria’s POV
When Klaus said he wanted to spend the evening with me, I thought he meant dinner, conversation, maybe curling up together to rest.
I should have known better.
He didn’t joke when he said it.
We hadn’t even touched the dessert waiting on the mini bar when his hands slid around my waist, tugging me flush against him. His mouth claimed mine with a hunger so fierce it stole the breath from my lungs. The kiss wasn’t sweet or teasing—it was a storm crashing into me, wild and relentless, as though we’d been separated for years instead of just a day filled with his work and my own worries.
My fingers curled into his shirt instinctively, my body reacting before my mind could catch up. Normally, I would meet him with equal fire, letting my own need rise to match his. But tonight… I
