I arched into him, my fingers tightening in his hair, but something in my chest tightened too. The guilt. The reality of who he was. I wasn’t ready to feel cheap. Not yet. Not like this.

“Wait,” I breathed, gently pushing at his shoulders. My voice was shaky, my body screaming at me to let him keep going. “Damon… stop. I can’t. Not like this. Not right now.”

He pulled back immediately, breathing hard, eyes dark with lust and confusion. His lips were swollen from our kiss, his cock still straining obscenely against his pants. “Aria… talk to me. What’s wrong?”

I tugged my shirt back down, suddenly self-conscious, even...