I won't fall for the queen who burned my world-Chapter 58: Did you think it would be so easy?

Malvoria sensed the tension emanating from Elysia long before she stepped out of the bath.

Malvoria sat up on the bed, crossing her legs as she watched the princess approach. Her hair was still damp from the bath, and the soft white nightgown clung to her in a way that was both innocent and tantalizing.

Malvoria's lips curled faintly as Elysia paused at the foot of the bed, looking uncertain for a moment.

Her violet eyes met Malvoria's, and for an instant, the room seemed to fade to nothing but a soft gray, with only the two of them remaining.

Malvoria felt a sudden jolt of anticipation. She had been waiting for this moment for so long, and now that it was finally here, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of it.

She shifted slightly on the bed, adjusting herself in a futile attempt to ease the tension building within her. She could practically taste the power in the room—the air was alive with it, vibrating like the strings of a harp just waiting to be played.

Her tongue flicked over her bottom lip, aching to savor the taste of it, to lick the sweetness right off Elysia's skin.

She reached out, running her hand through her damp hair. The gesture was smooth, almost careless, but Elysia's gaze lingered on her fingers for a fraction of a moment longer than it needed to.

Malvoria felt her heart stutter slightly at the sight. She'd been so focused on the moment that was to come that she'd almost forgotten how intoxicatingly beautiful Elysia was.

The way her eyes sparkled, her lashes so thick and long they practically shimmered in the firelight. Her skin—pale and perfect, with the slightest flush of color just barely visible beneath the surface.

Malvoria wanted to trace her fingers over every inch of it. She wanted to see what it would take to make Elysia blush like she had that first night, her cheeks and lips burning with color as she gasped for breath.

"Are you nervous?" Malvoria asked, her voice low.

Elysia shook her head, a small smile curving her lips. "Not at all," she lied, the faint tremble in her voice giving her away.

Malvoria raised a dark brow. "Really?"

Elysia nodded, her shoulders squared with determination. "Of course," she said, her smile growing a fraction wider.

Malvoria chuckled low in her throat, the sound echoing off the stone walls. "How... interesting." She ran her eyes over Elysia's slender figure, her gaze lingering on the curves that were just barely visible through the thin white nightgown.

She leaned back on her elbows, watching Elysia with a slow, deliberate intensity. Her pulse beat steadily in her neck, her skin humming with power.

Elysia shifted her weight, her eyes darting to the edge of the bed for a moment. She licked her lips nervously, and Malvoria caught her breath at the sight.

This was it. This was the moment.

And she almost ruined it by lunging at Elysia like a starved wolf. Malvoria clenched her fingers into the sheets, her breathing growing shallow as she fought back the instinct, forcing herself to go slow.

Her violet eyes met Malvoria's, and a sudden jolt shot through both of them.

In that moment, Malvoria swore she could see every single thought racing through Elysia's mind—her desire, her uncertainty, her need. She swore she could taste it, feel it on her skin.

Without warning, Elysia leaned in, her lips capturing Malvoria's with a possessive tenderness.

A groan tore from Malvoria's throat at the contact. Every single nerve in her body sparked to life at the touch of Elysia's lips, the soft press of her mouth against Malvoria's sending a rush of heat through her veins.

Malvoria tilted her head, deepening the kiss. She felt Elysia tense slightly beneath the sheets, and she wrapped a hand in the princess's hair, pulling her close.

Their tongues slid together, the soft sounds of their breaths mingling in the air. Malvoria felt Elysia tremble slightly at her touch, a soft whimper escaping her as she clung to Malvoria like a lifeline.

The world seemed to tilt on its axis, leaving nothing but the two of them in a sea of darkness. Malvoria could feel her power raging, demanding release, but she refused to let it consume her. Not yet.

Not when they were so close.

Her other hand slipped beneath Elysia's nightgown, running lightly over her thigh, her skin soft and silky to the touch.

Elysia shivered at the contact, her mouth falling open on a soft gasp. Malvoria swallowed the sound, her fingers drifting higher, tracing the line of her hip.

Her palm grazed the smooth skin of Elysia's stomach, dipping into her navel with a featherlight touch that left her shuddering. Malvoria pulled back for an instant, her eyes flashing to meet Elysia's.

The princess was looking at her, her violet eyes dark and wild, her face flushed with heat. She was so beautiful, Malvoria thought she might shatter from the sight alone.

Then, Elysia's hand slipped beneath Malvoria's robe, her slender fingers running lightly over Malvoria's bare skin. The touch sent a rush of electricity through Malvoria, making her groan out loud.

She leaned in again, their mouths crashing together with desperate hunger.

It was like they had been starved of this touch—this taste—for a lifetime, and nothing would satiate them but more, more, more of it.

And yet, the moment Elysia's fingers brushed the curve of Malvoria's breast, Malvoria felt the sudden shift. The sudden tension.

Her eyes narrowed, her lips pausing their movement.

It got fast, Malvoria realized.

Way too fast.

Her fingers tightened in Elysia's hair, and her other hand shot out, catching the princess's wrist with a speed that would have been impossible for any mortal. Elysia gasped, her eyes widening in shock as Malvoria pinned her to the bed.

The tip of a blade pressed lightly against the soft curve of Malvoria's throat, and she didn't need to look to know exactly what it was. The power radiating from the metal was unmistakable.

The dagger Elysia had worn to the banquet—the one she had so cleverly hidden beneath her dress.

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Malvoria smiled slowly, a cold, satisfied smile. She shifted slightly on the bed as she looked up at Elysia, who was frozen, her arm trembling beneath Malvoria's grip.

"Did you think it would be so easy?" Malvoria murmured.

Elysia glared down at her, her mouth set in a stubborn line. "I'm not going to let you take everything," she snarled, the blade digging slightly into Malvoria's skin.

Malvoria laughed, the sound low and menacing. "We'll see about that."

With a swift motion, Malvoria rolled them over, flipping Elysia onto her back. She pinned the princess to the bed, the dagger clattering uselessly to the floor as Elysia struggled against Malvoria.

"You shouldn't have tried this," Malvoria snarled.