“Damien,” Violet whispers around a moan in her sleep, her leg sliding higher on Arion’s waist. When Violet makes a short little sound of pleasure and lightly grinds against Arion, the vampire shoots Damien a dubious look. “It’s Violet,” Damien finally says, eyes blinking like he’s been trying to get inside her head, his entire body sagging in relief like he’s positive.
