Aria’s POV
The warmth of Damon’s hands on my waist was all I could focus on, the world narrowing to just the two of us as we tangled together in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window. His lips brushed against my neck, finding the mark he had left on me, sending a shiver of warmth cascading through my body. I ran my hands over his shoulders, my heart pounding in time with his.
“Finally,” he murmured against my skin, his voice low and rough, sending a thrill down my spine. “No interruptions, no crises... just us.”
I couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped me, pulling back slightly to meet his gaze. His dark eyes sparkled with that familiar teasing edge, but there was a softness there too, something tender and real.
“Don’t jinx it,” I whispered, my hands brushing
