Masked Moonlight Addiction PART 4
They barely made it back to Damien’s off-campus loft before clothes were torn off again.
The door slammed shut and Aria found herself pressed between them once more, this time with no masks, no distortions—just raw, honest need.
“f**k, Aria,” Damien groaned, kissing her like he was starving. His hands roamed her body possessively, no longer hiding behind anonymity. “All those nights I smelled your heat through the walls and jerked off like a guilty bastard… and now you’re really here.”
Lucian pressed against her back, lips on her neck. “And I’ve spent every lecture trying not to stare at you, wondering how you’d sound falling apart on my cock.” He bit down gently. “Now I know. And I’m never letting you go.”
Aria’s heart squeezed. Tears stung her eyes
