Steele's POV
I was a man damned to Aria Darboux. From the second I knew of her existence, my entire life altered its course or simply illuminated to showcase it was always destined to be intertwined with her. Even if bloodshed and adrenaline became a foundation to which we stood, we did so together. When jealousy and desire blurred into the need to exercise passion, I was lost in her within a space solely our own where even the stars weren’t going to get the privilege of her ultimate surrender to me.
We kissed until we were breathless. My body yearned to feel her skin against mine and still I was well aware how manic I became once it did. For it, I took my time touching her hips as she arched beneath me and leisurely teased the seam of her gasping lips until we were tied by our tongues
