AUTHOR’S POV

Luke’s eyes stayed on Aria’s wet heat, his body moving before he could stop it. Deep and dangerous, the urge pulled at him, filling his head with thoughts he hated himself for. He imagined her soft sounds, the way she would feel if he gave in, and it almost broke him. With a sharp growl, he slammed his fist into the wall, fighting the ache that refused to leave.

He stumbled into the bathroom and twisted the tap, letting the water pour over his skin. It cooled his body but ...