ARIA'S POV
She let go.
That was the only way to describe what happened....the specific release of everything she'd been carrying for weeks, all of it, just gone. Because he was everywhere and his hands knew her and his mouth knew her and there was nothing left to be strong for.
"Damien....." His name came out broken.
"There it is," he said. Low. Dark. Against her skin. "There she is."
"Please..."
"Please what." He lifted his head. His eyes were completely dark. "Tell me what you want."
"You know what I want."
"I want to hear you say it."
She looked up at him. "Damien."
"Say it, Aria."
"I want you." Her voice came out rougher than she intended. "Now. Please. I've been....it's been weeks and I need you...."
He kissed her once, hard.
Then he moved.
