Chapter 339

Aria's POV "Take those off," I whispered, nodding at his glasses. "Why?" His voice was low, dangerous. "Because..." I swallowed hard. "Because I can't think straight when you look at me like that." A slow, predatory smile spread across his face. "That's exactly why they're staying on." I didn't have time to respond before he was on me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. His hands pinned mine above my head while his mouth claimed every inch of exposed skin it could find. "MINE," he growled against my throat, teeth grazing the sensitive spot beneath my ear. "Look at me," he commanded, and I forced my heavy eyelids open to meet his gaze. Those dark eyes behind those damn glasses were consuming me alive. He looked like sin personified—controlled yet wild, refined yet primal. The contradiction was maddening. When he finally pushed into me, I cried out, my back arching off the bed. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to catch fire as he established a rhythm that was simultaneously to