Camilla’s POV
I trembled under Malakai’s touch, my pulse thundering hard enough to echo in my ears. Every kiss, every slow, careful brush of his lips against my toes made my body arch and ache.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed. His voice held something close to reverence. He’d said those words to me countless times before, even claimed that I was the prettiest woman to ever walk the planet. A small flutter stirred in my stomach, urging me to believe him. But I couldn’t. He was only saying that to make me feel better. To make me feel less worthless. I knew it.
The tenderness in his touch, the way his breath warmed my skin, and how his hands moved so gently—as if I’d shatter if he wasn’t careful—made my chest tighten with emotions I didn’t know how to name. Feelings that burned behind m
