The fabric fell away, leaving her bare beneath the sun, water lapping at her breasts, her hips, her thighs.
She watched Malvoria's face—watched the way her breath caught, her pupils dilating, the hunger raw and unguarded.
For a moment, they just stared, breath mingling, the river swirling around them. Then Malvoria closed the distance, her mouth finding Elysia's collarbone, her neck, the hollow behind her ear, leaving a trail of fire that made Elysia arch and shiver.
"You're incredible," Malvoria whispered, reverent and desperate. "I can never get enough of you."
Elysia's hands found Malvoria's hips, pulling her closer, relishing the friction of their bodies—wet skin against wet skin, the heat between them a stark contrast to the cold river.
"Then don't stop," Elysia breathed, her laughter turning into a moan as Malvoria's teeth grazed her earlobe.
