Aria’s POV

In one fast, vicious pull, I was off the bed and sailing fast into his arms like a missile. Our collective strengths caused a strain on the armchair. It protested with a sharp squeak before falling, throwing both of us to the ground.

Yet, he didn't let go of me, nor did he even relax his grip. He pinned me in his arms as he latched hungrily to my lips, sucking and kneading hard, licking me up fast and relentlessly as if I would disappear from his arms if he stopped.

I enjoyed ...