(Leo/Damon)’s POV
Anytime I’d kiss Ariana, she always shrunk herself, kissing me with a naivety that I found cute.
Excessively.
But, right now, she took all the control from me, her tiny exasperated moans and addictive lips severely limiting the function of my self-control.
In other words, I was at my limit but I didn’t want to scare her.
I wanted to give her the pleasure of exploring her sensuality at will, instead of imposing something she wasn’t ready for.
I wasn’t a saint and I knew I found myself crossing that limit at times—probably because I was greedy, especially when it came to her.
Being around her drove me insane and I was never known to be a selfless man, especially with things I wanted and intended to keep.
Another thing, we were at the library and the things I wanted
