Aria’s POV
I didn’t stop him. Hell, he lifted me right up to the edge of the tower. The wind rushed around us, biting cold at this height. My heart was pounding—not just from what we were doing, but from where we were.
I gasped.
One look down, and I knew I’d lose my nerve. So I kept my eyes locked on him—his face, his grip, the way he held me like I was the only thing that mattered.
I liked that. It made me feel safe. And that’s when it hit me—just how much I trusted Lucian not to let me fall.
We were too high, too reckless, too lost in the moment to care.
“You’re safe, baby…” he murmured, his voice low and rough.
Something told me this was calm Lucian—blended with just the right amount of psycho. And goddess, that only made me want him more. I found his lips again. We kissed, filth
