Forty One.

Aria’s POV

I could see the moon as I opened my eyes, the curtains hadn’t been closed and the glow of the moonlight cast odd shadows in the room. A heavy arm was draped over my waist, his hand resting on my stomach, slipped under the tee I was wearing. I knew it belonged to Elijah. The tingles travelling over my skin, told me everything I needed to know as he lets out a few snuffly snores and his grip on me tightens.

I should have been happy, but something was bugging me.

I could barely remember how I got here, how I had ended up in Elijah’s bed, fully clothed. Faint images of being pinned down come to me, but I couldn’t imagine Elijah doing that to me, not without my permission.

Elijah pulls me closer to him and I realise his snores had stopped when his lips press against the mark he had given me, sending more tingles through me.

“About time!” he murmurs against my skin, his warm breath fanning over me, causing me to shiver. He did something to me that Ryan could never do. He made m