The soft hiss of the shower filled the silence of the room. Steam drifted out of the slightly ajar bathroom door, curling through the air like ghostly fingers. Aria sat on the edge of the bed, the sheets clutched around her bare body. Her skin still buzzed with leftover heat from Damian’s touch, the ache between her thighs a vivid, pulsing reminder of just how completely he had claimed her.
Her fingertips trailed over her neck, brushing the spots where his lips had pressed hot, possessive kisses. She could still feel the weight of his body on hers, still hear the low growl of his voice as he whispered her name like a curse.
But it wasn’t just lust.
At least not for her.
Something about the way he had held her, the way his hands trembled ever so slightly when they gripped her hips, made
