Dravina POV
Malrik slid off his shorts, leaving only the thin fabric of his boxer briefs between us as he leaned down, his lips brushing gently against my skin. Each kiss was soft but deliberate, reverent even as though he were worshipping every inch of me.
His fingertips traced along every scar and curve like I was something sacred. The way he moved slow, intentional made me feel like every part of me mattered. That I mattered.
With every featherlight kiss and touch, my breathing grew shallow, my heart pounding in a wild rhythm I couldn’t control. My confidence, buried for so long under fear and shame, began to stir under the warmth of his touch.
He unhooked my bra, freeing me, and guided me into a kneel, my back pressed flush to his chest. His mouth found my shoulder, leaving behind
