ARIA’s POV
Taking his bottom lip between my teeth, a low groan rumbled from his chest as he pulled me tighter, the scent of cigarettes and musky cologne filling my senses. It was a surprising mix, a hint of rebellion laced with something undeniably intriguing. Despite the confusion - I knew he didn't smoke - I surrendered to the moment, every breath, every touch, fueling the fire that roared to life within me. His eyes met mine, a dark storm brewing beneath the surface. I cupped his face, my touch meant to deepen the connection, but he surprised me by pulling away.
He sent a shiver down my spine as his kisses danced lower, moving from my neck to the hollow in my neck. My breath hitched as his hands, surprisingly perfect in their touch, explored my body with a newfound urgency. They move
