Malakai's POV
I placed a covered glass of milk on the table beside the bed, where Camilla could easily reach it. Then left a note asking her to drink up when she woke. She had dozed off after her hot bath.
Leaning down, I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, then paused to admire her relaxed feature—a perfect masterpiece displaying the level of work the goddess devoted to one woman. Her nose was slender and pointed, lips small and oval, perfectly matching her heart-shaped face.
A smile graced my lips as I brushed a strand of hair away from her face, careful not to wake her. She looked and smelled so lovely, it unnerved inside me something I had been trying hard not to acknowledge.
A slow, simmering wave of masculine desire that was becoming harder to ignore.
I leaned in again, my
