Delilah’s Pov
I opened my eyes slowly, the soft weight of the sheets tangled around my body. My skin still hummed with memory, every corner of the room carrying the ghost of what happened last night. I could almost see it…the way Malric had pressed me against the wall, the sharp rhythm of his thrusts, the way his hands had gripped my breasts as though they belonged to him and him alone. It was raw, it was rough, but it was also beautiful. Too beautiful.
I didn’t even realize I was lost in thought until a deep voice cut through the silence.
“What are you thinking about?” Malric asked.
I turned quickly, heat rushing to my cheeks. He was already half-dressed, pulling his tunic over his shoulders. I pulled the sheets tighter around myself and sat up, feigning calm.
“Nothing,” I said too
