Damien's hands gripped her hips, pulling her flush against his chest as his mouth devoured hers. She tangled her fingers into the soft, silver hair at the nape of his neck, parting her lips to let him deepen the kiss.
Damien let out a low, guttural groan, his thumbs pressing into the soft skin of her waist through the silk pajamas.
But right as Aria was entirely prepared to let him press her back into the pillows and ruin her, Damien suddenly froze.
He pulled away, his chest heaving as he rested his forehead against hers. He closed his eyes, taking a ragged, shuddering breath to rein in his urges.
"As much as I would absolutely love to tie you to this bed right now," Damien rasped. "We need to dismiss our guest first."
Aria blinked, her brain still entirely fogged by lust.
"Guest?" she repeated, looking around the empty ICU room. "What guest?"
