Camilla's POV
My body, as if bewitched, arched into Malakai. Every nerve sparked alive as he coaxed my lips open and deepened the kiss.
His pace was perfect—slow, deliberate—as though he had all the time in the world to savor me, careful not to break the fragile magic too soon.
Tilting my head, he caught my lower lip between his teeth, drawing a soft moan from me.
The urge to pull him closer overwhelmed me, and when I did, the kiss intensified, dizzying heat swirling through me, teasing every sense until sweetness erupted in my brain.
I melted against him, my fingers tangling in the lush softness of his hair, the world dissolving until nothing remained but us.
A flame burned through my veins, so fierce I doubted even the water surrounding us could quench it. Between my thighs, an ac
