MALAKAI
The air between us was electric, thick with a tension that had been building for hours. Camilla’s fingers traced patterns on my chest, her touch like a spark igniting something primal deep within me. I couldn’t look away from her—her eyes were dark, hungry, and full of promises that made my pulse race. I was barely holding on, and she knew it.
Her hand slid lower, grazing the waistband of my pants, and I let out a shaky breath. “Camilla,” I warned, my voice low and rough. But she wasn’t listening. She never did when she got like this.
She dropped to her knees in front of me, her nails digging into my thighs as she looked up at me through her lashes. “Malakai,” she murmured, my name slipping from her lips like a prayer. Her fingers hooked into the elastic of my boxers, and she p
