Malric’s Pov
I don’t even know why I did it.
One moment, she was standing there, defiant and stubborn as always, and the next… my hand had torn her dress clean apart.
The sound of the fabric ripping through the silence still echoes in my head.
For a brief second, I just stood there, staring at what I’d done, at her. My chest tightened, heat flooding through me so violently that I had to step back, putting some distance between us before I completely lost control.
Her upper body was bare, and the air in the room grew heavier instantly. Her breasts… perfectly round, soft, full — they fit her delicate frame like they were sculpted by the gods themselves. And her waist — small, impossibly small — curved into hips that held power she didn’t even seem aware of. Every inch of her body looke
