Selina’s POV
Aaron’s hands slid under the loosened fabric of my dress, his touch setting my skin on fire. His mouth moved from my lips to my jaw, trailing kisses down my neck that made me gasp.
“Aaron,” I breathed, my hands clutching his shoulders for support, with my nails digging into the hard muscle beneath his shirt.
“Say my name again,” he murmured against my throat, fangs grazing the pulse point, nipping just enough to sting and making me clench my tights.
“Aaron.”
He groaned, pulling me impossibly closer. When I opened them again, everything had changed.
We weren’t in the gazebo anymore.
I pulled back slightly, disoriented, taking in my surroundings. Dark walls with little furniture.
A large bed sits in the centre of the room. Bookshelves lined with what looked like first
