Aria's POV
This kiss was different from the one in his penthouse.
And I kissed him back because apparently I had no self-control when it came to this man.
His hands moved from my arms to my waist, pulling me flush against him. I could feel every hard line of his body, could feel how much he wanted me. My hands fisted in his jacket as I kissed him harder.
This was wrong. I was with Lucian. Sort of. We hadn't defined it but still. This was a betrayal.
But I couldn't stop.
Damon's mouth moved to my neck and I gasped, my head falling back against the brick wall.
"Tell me to stop," he murmured against my skin. "Tell me you don't want this."
Instead I pulled his mouth back to mine.
We kissed for what felt like forever but was probably only a minute or two. When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing hard.
"This can't keep happening," I said.
"I know."
"I'm with Lucian."
"I know that too."
"Then why—"
