MALIA'S POV

“Sure you do,” I bit my lower lip, permitting the weight of his body to lead.

His lips trailed down my jaw, slow and deliberate, as if savoring every inch of my skin. Each brush of his mouth undid a piece of the anger I’d welded around myself, replacing it with a primal instinct of lust and love, one I couldn't silence anymore.

I backed into the cold steel table behind me, knocking a few tools and books aside. Lucas followed without hesitation, hands firm on my hips, ...