The metal zipper hissed, a sound of surrender in the quiet room.
Aria peeled the black leather away, revealing him inch by inch. He sprang free, heavy and thick, twitching with a need that made Aria's breath catch in her throat. Even in the dim light, he was magnificent—a weapon of mass seduction that she had somehow tamed.
"Impressive," she murmured, her voice trying for confident but wavering slightly.
She reached out, her fingers wrapping around the base of him. He was hot, velvet-smooth steel pulsing against her palm. A clear bead of precum glistened at the slit, evidence of exactly how affected he was.
Damien groaned, his head falling back against his shoulders, his bound hands straining against the silk tie. "Aria..."
"Madam," she corrected softly, though her cheeks were burning.
She leaned in. She licked him. A long, slow stripe from the base to the tip, tasting the salty tang of him mixed with the body oil.
