Aria entered Damon's room late at night wearing simply stunning lingerie. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a bun, and as she walked towards him, he couldn't help but notice how her blue eyes seemed to glow with an unnatural pink light, swirling with pulsating neon hearts.
Damon was lying on the bed, his sculpted chest exposed and a sheet draped over his hips. He smirked, knowing full well that Aria had desired him since she had seen him earlier. Her desire was almost palpable.
"Aria, my dear," Damon purred, his deep voice overflowing with seduction. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this late-night visit?"
Aria crawled onto the bed, sitting on Damon's hips. She let out a soft moan as she rubbed her wet intimacy against his growing erection. "Damon... I need you," she whispered, breathless. "My... it won't stop dripping..."
