ARIA

I step closer, letting the robe slip off my shoulders entirely.

“Then take it,” I whispered. “Take me. However, you need.”

“I’m wound too tight, Aria,” he warns, voice rough. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” I stepped closer, pressing my naked body to his. “Take me. Use me. I want to feel you let go.”

Something dark and relieved flashes in his eyes.

He moves fast.

One moment I’m standing; the next I’m over his shoulder, the world ...