Ravina was cradled within Malachi's embrace, his warmth an absolute contrast to the cool crashing waves of the sea. His large frame felt as both a shield of protection and a source of comfort, his presence akin to a safe haven. The taste of his lips was reminiscent of cozy early mornings, breakfast by a crackling fireplace and sips of freshly brewed coffee, and his kisses were a tender balance between reverence and passion - as though he recognized her strength even while cherishing her delicate qualities.
The slick dance of his tongue with hers was intoxicating. The soft strokes of his lips and the hard press of his arousal against her belly, evident despite the cool water. It awoke something primal within her and her heart pounded in rhythm to the thrumming undercurrent of desire coursing through her veins.
