Page 261 of Emylia

I wasn’t.

Not even close.

I leaned in, my lips brushing his neck. “You said I was the death of you,” I whispered. “Let me kill you a little more.”

He growled—actuallygrowled—and slammed his mouth to mine, rougher this time. Wilder. The kiss was all tongue and desperation, his hands gripping my thighs as I rocked against him, coaxing him back to full hardness.

“I’m not going to last if you keep doing that,” he warned, breath ragged.

“Then don’t hold back.”

My fingers dug into his shoulders as I lifted myself, lining us up again. He was hot, pulsing, waiting—and then I sank down.

Slowly.

Purposefully.

A strangled moan tore from his throat as I took him inch by inch, stretching until I was full of him again. Stretched to the brink. Shaking.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “You feel even tighter the second time.”

“Maybe you’re just bigger.”

His hips bucked. “Gods, stop talking.”

“No,” I breathed against his lips, “make me.”

That was it.

He grabbed my ass and slammed up into me, water splashing violently around us, echoing through the trees like a war drum. I cried out, pleasure scorching through me like lightning.

And that’s exactly what it was.

My power reacted—bolts of lightning cracked through the air, scorching the shoreline. Fire exploded where the energy touched, smoke curling into the sky.

“Shit.” Maalikai’s eyes widened, wild as he took in the devastation. “Maybe we should stop.”

“Do youwantme to stop?”

“Fuck no, but if we keep going, you’ll be the death of Ophelia.”

I raised a single hand, curling my fingers into a fist. With barely a blink, I quenched the flames.

“No need to worry,” I said coolly. “I’ve got this.”

His smile was instant—soft, rare, real. It was the kind of smile that ruined me, because I knew I was the only one who’d ever seen it. The only one who hadearnedit.

He didn’t hold back.

This time, he tookeverything.

His thrusts turned brutal, relentless. His mouth found my breast—teeth scraping, tongue circling. I moaned, nails clawing down his back as I moved with him, challenging him, daring him tolose control.

We were soaked. Wild. Wrecked.

My moans turned to gasps, breathless and raw. The pressure was building too fast—deeper, sharper. My body already remembered how to fall apart for him.

“I’m close,” I gasped.

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