Page 210 of Emylia

He groaned against me, and the vibration licked through my core. Every suck, every deliberate drag of his tongue sent lightning through my nerves. I arched toward him, chasing the burn.

His hand slid lower. I almost lost it.

His touch ghosted over the skin of my thighs—warm, devastating. My panties clung to me, soaked. When his fingers finally pressed against me through the fabric, I let out a broken moan.

Without a word, he lifted me like I weighed nothing. He carried me to the bed and lowered me into the sheets—careful, urgent, his body already pressing between mine. His thigh wedged between my legs and I rocked against it—desperate, feral.

His mouth crushed mine, dragging down to my jaw, then to my ear where he bit down gently. Meanwhile, his fingers slid up the inside of my thighs—deliberate. Devastating.

When they pressed into the soaked fabric between my legs, I shattered again.

“Maalikai…” I moaned.

His lips grazed my jaw. “Can I take these off?”

I nodded—shaky, needing.

He stripped the last piece of material from my body, slow and reverent.

And I didn’t flinch.

I burned.

I traced his forearm—veined, tense, powerful. I didn’t know how to touch him the way he touched me, but I didn’t need to.

His muscles shifted beneath my hand as his fingers found me again. The backs of his knuckles teased over swollen skin, igniting something molten and uncontrollable. I trembled. My hips lifted—begging.

He stroked me with maddening precision, each pass tighter, deeper, dragging me to the edge. I arched. I moaned. I broke.

And then he moved so his whole body was between my thighs.

“Maalikai,” I breathed?—

And his mouth was on me.

I shattered.

He devoured me like I was his last fucking breath. His tongue dragged fire across every nerve-ending, every flick sending shockwaves through me. He groaned into me, like the taste of me ruined him—and he wanted more.

I clawed at the sheets, crying out, unraveling beneath him.

Still wrecked, I whispered his name.

But I didn’t want mercy.

I wanted more.

Ineededmore.

“Maalikai,” I gasped, reaching for him. “I need you.”

He looked up—pupils blown, lips wet with me. “Are you sure?”

“Get inside me,” I whispered. “Now.”

I took his hand, guiding him back to me.

“Maalikai,” I said again, lower—needier, the slight delay too much.

---