He was mine

Aria's pov

I lay beside him, the heat of our earlier passion still coursing through me. His performance had been nothing short of spectacular, each movement, each touch perfectly calibrated to drive me wild.

"Admit it, you're impressed," Eadric teased, his voice low and playful. He propped himself up on one elbow, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of satisfaction and challenge.

I turned to face him, a smirk tugging at my lips. "Maybe a little," I replied, my tone equally teasing. "But don't let it go to your head."

"Oh, it's far too late for that," he said, his grin widening. "I knew I'd win you over eventually."

"Win me over? Is that what you think this is?" I arched an eyebrow, feigning indignation.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. "I think you like me a lot more than you let on," he whispered, his hand trailing down my side, sending shivers through me.