Camilla’s POV
My body still burned with Malakai’s touch long after he left. Every nerve ending tingled, aching from the unwanted interruption.
My knees were weak, and when I brushed my fingers across my lips, I found them swollen. His kisses always left me undone, like a teenager getting her first.
I couldn’t stop replaying his promise, to make up for the interruption, to earn my forgiveness. He was trying so hard.
A smile played on my lips, heat and fear threading through me as I cupped my breasts, mimicking the way his hands had squeezed. A soft sigh slipped out before I caught myself. How could my body now crave something it once despised? His touch never made me feel like an object, not the way Arthur’s had.
The bathwater was still hot, but I chose the shower instead, craving the
