I won't fall for the queen who burned my world-Chapter 336: Hot carriage return

The carriage glided through the city’s old heart, hooves muffled on the cobblestones, lanterns shimmering against dusky stone.

Malvoria leaned back into the velvet cushions, her new uniform and Elysia’s dress bundled safely in a parcel beside them.

She watched Elysia in profile, the sharp lines of her cheek soft in the golden light, lips slightly parted in thought, the arch of her neck inviting.

Even the faintest movements her fingers running along the embroidery on her skirt, the soft sigh as she settled in seemed to pull Malvoria closer, as if the space between them was nothing at all.

She reached for Elysia’s hand and laced their fingers together, her thumb stroking slow, deliberate circles over Elysia’s knuckles.

"We have some time," she murmured, voice pitched low. "Why don’t we take the scenic route?"

Elysia glanced over, an eyebrow raised in half-amused suspicion. "Are you delaying our return, Your Majesty?"

Malvoria managed a look of practiced innocence, but she squeezed Elysia’s hand, letting her thumb brush over the pulse at her wrist.

"What’s the point of a royal carriage if not a little luxury? Besides—" She rapped twice on the partition, murmuring for the driver to "take the long way home." The wheels slowed almost immediately, their rhythm turning lazy.

Elysia, skeptical but amused, let Malvoria tug her closer. Malvoria pressed a gentle kiss to Elysia’s wrist, lingering, tasting the salt and silk of her skin.

"You’re dangerous," Elysia whispered, though she didn’t resist when Malvoria drew her across the carriage bench until their knees brushed, thighs pressed together.

Malvoria wanted her—wanted the soft line of Elysia’s jaw in her palm, the taste of her breath, the heat of her skin—and suddenly, with the world sealed out by polished glass and enchanted wards, it was possible.

She found the tiny brass switch on the carriage wall and pressed it. The runes carved into the wood glowed for a heartbeat, then faded, the hum of silence magic settling over them—a hush so complete that even the roll of the wheels vanished.

She grinned, a little feral, and leaned in, her lips nearly touching Elysia’s ear. "Privacy spell. No one can hear a thing now."

Elysia’s smile was sly, her eyes hungry. "You thought of everything, didn’t you?"

Malvoria only hummed in reply, her hands already sliding up Elysia’s arms, gentle but insistent.

She brought Elysia close, kissed her softly, then harder, lips parting, breath mingling. The world outside faded until there was only Elysia—her scent, her taste, the shiver beneath her skin.

The carriage, slowed almost to a crawl, rocked gently with their movements. Elysia’s hands tangled in Malvoria’s hair, pulling her closer, deeper.

Malvoria nipped at her lower lip, then soothed the mark with her tongue, coaxing Elysia’s mouth open to her.

She let her hands roam, feeling the heat beneath Elysia’s tunic, the line of her spine, the arch of her waist. Every inch was familiar, and every inch made her ache for more.

Elysia laughed softly, her breath a warm caress. "We’ll ruin our clothes."

Malvoria shrugged, her lips tracing a path along Elysia’s jaw. "We have more at home. I want you now." Her voice was hoarse, full of longing.

Elysia twisted, settling herself sideways across Malvoria’s lap, straddling her thighs, skirts spilling over Malvoria’s legs. Their faces were inches apart, breath mingling, eyes searching.

Malvoria ran her hands up Elysia’s sides, fingers splaying over her ribs, feeling the steady thrum of Elysia’s heartbeat.

She kissed her again, slower, deeper, savoring the taste of her, letting the tension build. The carriage swayed, and the heat between them grew thick and consuming.

Elysia’s hands explored in turn tracing Malvoria’s jaw, her shoulders, then sliding beneath the lapels of her coat to grip the hard muscle of her back.

She pressed her body close, and Malvoria felt the delicious weight of her, the heat and friction and promise.

"Tell me what you want," Elysia whispered, her breath teasing Malvoria’s ear, her hips moving in a subtle, irresistible rhythm.

"I want you," Malvoria replied, her voice thick. "I want to lose myself in you. I want to taste you, feel you—make you forget the whole world exists."

Elysia answered with a kiss, molten and wild. Their bodies moved in concert, searching, needing, finding.

Malvoria’s mouth found Elysia’s neck, her tongue tracing the delicate line from jaw to collarbone. Elysia gasped, arching into her, fingers tightening in Malvoria’s hair.

Malvoria’s hands drifted lower, cupping Elysia’s hips, pulling her closer, their bodies fitting perfectly together.

She slid a hand beneath the edge of Elysia’s blouse, palm meeting bare, heated skin. Elysia shivered at her touch, lips parted, eyes glazed.

The carriage rocked, and Malvoria lost herself in the rhythm. She pressed open-mouthed kisses along Elysia’s throat, down to her collarbone, biting lightly, feeling Elysia’s pulse race.

Elysia’s hands slipped beneath Malvoria’s coat, running over her chest, her sides, every touch lighting sparks.

For a moment, time seemed to stretch—just two bodies, tangled together, the outside world silenced and distant.

Malvoria let her hands wander, memorizing the shape of Elysia’s waist, the curve of her breast, the softness of her thigh.

Elysia’s breathing was ragged, her hands urgent. "We shouldn’t," she whispered, but she didn’t move away. Instead, she lifted Malvoria’s chin, searching her eyes for a sign, a question, a promise.

Malvoria answered her with a kiss, slow and reverent, one hand tangled in Elysia’s hair, the other splayed across her back. "No one will disturb us. Just you and me."

Elysia gave in then, melting against Malvoria, her lips feverish, her hands hungry.

She let Malvoria undress her with patient hands—buttons undone, fabric slipping away, skin bared inch by aching inch. Every sigh, every gasp, every whispered plea, Malvoria savored.

She cupped Elysia’s face, kissing her as if it was the only thing that mattered. Their bodies pressed together, hearts thundering in unison, and Malvoria let herself drown in the taste, the scent, the feeling of Elysia—her Elysia—alive and wild and utterly hers.

The carriage seemed to grow smaller, hotter. Malvoria’s coat fell to the seat, Elysia’s blouse following, every barrier between them stripped away by steady, seeking hands.

Elysia’s skin was soft and hot, her hair tumbling around her shoulders like silk.

Malvoria kissed her way down Elysia’s neck, pausing at the hollow of her throat, letting her tongue flick over the rapid beat of Elysia’s heart.

Elysia’s hips rolled, grinding against Malvoria, her breath coming in little stutters of need.

"Mal—" Elysia gasped, clutching at Malvoria’s shoulders.

Malvoria pressed a hand between Elysia’s thighs, feeling the heat, the slickness, the hunger. She stroked her slowly, teasing, watching Elysia’s face, drinking in every shiver, every gasp. Elysia arched into her, desperate, her body taut with longing.

"You’re beautiful," Malvoria whispered, her lips against Elysia’s ear. "You drive me mad."

Elysia pulled her close, their mouths meeting again, tongues tangling, breath shared. Malvoria’s fingers moved faster, pressing, circling, bringing Elysia higher with every touch.

The carriage rocked with their movements, but neither cared. The world was only this: hands, mouths, skin, the unbreakable thread between them.

Elysia’s voice broke, soft and urgent. "Please, Mal—don’t stop—"

Malvoria didn’t. She worshipped Elysia with her mouth and hands, coaxing her higher, until Elysia shuddered in her arms, coming undone with a cry muffled by Malvoria’s kiss.

Elysia’s whole body trembled, her fingers clinging to Malvoria’s arms.

Malvoria held her through the aftershocks, kissing her hair, her face, every inch she could reach. Elysia sagged against her, boneless and smiling, eyes shining with love and a little embarrassment.

"You’re insatiable," Elysia teased, her voice breathless.

Malvoria grinned, pressing a kiss to Elysia’s temple. "Only for you. Always for you."

Elysia curled against her, the sweat cooling on their skin, her laughter bubbling up. "The next time we do this, let’s not be in a moving carriage."

Malvoria’s lips found her ear, whispering wicked promises for later. "No one will ever stop us—not in a carriage, not in our bed, not in a field beneath the stars."

The carriage turned, the movement sending them tumbling into a heap of tangled limbs and discarded clothes. Elysia giggled, struggling to find her blouse.

Malvoria helped her, hands lingering as she buttoned Elysia’s shirt, smoothing her hair, straightening her collar. Elysia returned the favor, her touch gentle, eyes soft.

They dressed quickly, laughter mingling with the heartbeat-echo of desire. Malvoria wrapped an arm around Elysia’s waist and pulled her close, kissing her once more, slow and deep.

"Thank you," Elysia whispered, brushing her fingers along Malvoria’s jaw. "For making me feel—wanted. Always."

Malvoria’s heart swelled. "You are my world, Elysia. My everything."

The carriage slowed, the city’s familiar sounds returning as the silence magic faded.

Malvoria reached for Elysia’s hand, lacing their fingers together, and together they watched the castle gates come into view home, waiting for them, chaos and love and Kaelith and all.

Elysia smiled, leaning her head on Malvoria’s shoulder. "We should go on more carriage rides."

Malvoria chuckled, her gaze dark with promise. "Next time, we’ll take the long way twice."