Aria’s POV
The moment my back hit the bedroom door, I knew we were tempting fate.
Grayson didn’t even wait until we reached the bed. His mouth was on mine, hands already pulling at my clothes like he’d been starving for days, like every second apart had been torture. I felt the same.
“You’re gonna get us caught,” I whispered against his lips as he stripped me down to nothing.
His answer was a growl—deep and reckless. “Then scream into the pillow.”
He bent me over the edge of the bed, fingers gripping my hips like he owned me. And in that moment—he did. Every breath, every nerve in my body belonged to him.
His thrusts were hard, relentless, filled with every ounce of heat we’d been bottling up.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
My moans were muffled by the mattress, but they spilled out anyway. I d
