Aria's POV

“Why not?” I asked, my voice soft and breathless. My hands were still resting on the waistband of his boxers, and his grip didn’t ease.

He stared at me for a moment. His eyes… they looked conflicted. Like something was holding him back.

“I just…” he began, letting go of my hands slowly. “I can't satisfy you properly.” He admitted.

I blinked at him, a little surprised. His tone was still serious, but there was something warm and real in it. And even though I wanted ...