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 ...