In the pitch-black darkness of the bedroom, trapped flush against his chest by his immovable, muscled arms, she simply opened her mouth, turned her head, and clamped her teeth down hard right on his bicep.
"Fuck!"
Damien flinched, his grip instantly loosening as he yanked his arm back.
Aria didn't wait for him to recover. She scrambled across the mattress, her bare feet hitting the plush carpet. She darted over to the closet and blindly shoved her feet into a pair of sneakers.
"Did you just bite me?" Damien asked, his voice rough with stunned disbelief. He was sitting up in the dark, rubbing his arm.
"I gave you a warning," Aria reasoned, quickly tying her laces. "Now, go back to sleep. I'll be back in ten minutes."
She turned toward the bedroom door.
"Aria, stop," Damien sighed, the sound of defeat echoing in the room.
The bedside lamp clicked on, flooding the room with a warm, golden glow. Aria paused, looking back over her shoulder.
