“Thanks,” she cooed, her voice still a bit shaky. As they finished their desserts, Maverick’s hand slid up Aria’s thigh, his thumb tracing small circles that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her. Aria’s moans grew louder, filling the kitchen as he claimed her over and over. His fingers dug into her skin, leaving bruises that she would cherish for days to come. “You deserve it all, and so much more.”
As they stepped out into the cool night air, the pulsing beat of the club fading behind them, Aria felt a sense of liberation that was both terrifying and exhilarating. She knew he would want her again, unable to resist the sight of her bare skin and the smell of her arousal. Maverick’s kisses grew more insistent as he moved lower, his mouth leaving a trail of heat across her abdomen, pausing to kiss her belly button before continuing his descent. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, his words a gentle caress that sent shivers down her spine.
