The silk sheets felt like cool water against my heated skin, but nothing could cool the fire Malakai was stoking inside me. He hovered over me, a dark silhouette of muscle and ink, his eyes burning with a "furious" light that told me there was no going back. "You’re shaking, Leona," he whispered, his voice a deep, gravelly caress. He caught my hands, pinning them above my head with a single, massive palm. The power dynamic was clear—he was the King, and I was his willing captive. "I’m not afraid," I lied, though my heart was hammering so hard I thought it might bruise my ribs. "You should be," he growled, leaning down until his nose brushed mine. "I told you I’m obsessed. I don’t do things halfway. When I take something, I take all of it. Your body, your breath, your 'bitch ass' mother’s memory... I’m going to replace it all with me." He started to move, his lips tracing a path of fire from my jaw down to the sensitive hollow of my throat. Every time his teeth grazed my skin,
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