Damien didn't stop with the index finger.
His golden eyes remained locked onto hers as he parted his lips and took her middle finger into his mouth, then her ring finger. He sucked the salt and the grease away with a slow, agonizingly wet suction, swirling his tongue around the pads of her fingers with a deliberate rhythm.
Aria's brain effectively melted into a puddle.
He pulled her fingers from his mouth.
He crawled entirely over her, his massive frame caging her in as he pressed her flat into the mattress. His mouth crashed down onto hers.
Aria gasped into his mouth, her hands immediately flying up to tangle in the soft, silver hair at the nape of his neck. She parted her lips, letting his tongue sweep inside, deepening the kiss until she was dizzy with it.
His hands were everywhere. He gripped her hips, dragging her higher up the mattress. The heavy, rigid line of his arousal pressed definitively against her thigh through the fabric of his suit pants.
