I won't fall for the queen who burned my world-Chapter 82: A hot kiss

Malvoria had been expecting it—hoping for it—but Elysia's lips still took her breath away. The kiss was hot, hungry, and Malvoria found herself falling into it without hesitation.

She didn't think past the way Elysia fit against her—her lips soft against Malvoria's mouth, her body arching into her.

She felt the kiss down to her toes—every flicker of Elysia's tongue making her want to deepen it.

But Elysia was injured. Malvoria knew that, but it was so easy to forget with the way her heart was pounding against her chest. She couldn't be rough—not now.

She wanted to slide her tongue against Elysia's, to feel the soft give of her mouth, but she hesitated.

It wasn't the first Malvoria was kissing Elysia but that one feeled different from the one they had shared during their wedding night, her tongue was desperate to know the taste of her new wife.

Then Elysia licked at the seam of her lips. Her tongue, hot against Malvoria's skin, made her breath catch.

Malvoria couldn't resist anymore. She opened her mouth, letting their tongues tangle together, the kiss becoming wet and hot.

The feel of Elysia's mouth on her was intoxicating—her tongue curling against Malvoria's as if daring her to take things further.

Malvoria held back, keeping the kiss slow—soft—as she sipped at Elysia's lower lip. Her mouth tasted like fresh bread, and something sweet that Malvoria couldn't name.

She wanted more. Malvoria wanted to pull Elysia into her lap, wanted to kiss down the curve of her neck—wanted to taste every inch of skin that was laid out before her.

But Elysia wasn't healed. Malvoria couldn't push her too far—not yet.

Forcing herself to slow down, Malvoria focused on the kiss, letting her tongue dance against Elysia's.

Elysia met her with a soft moan, her hands coming up to curl against Malvoria's shoulders, and that was all Malvoria needed to deepen the kiss further.

Her arms came up to wind around Elysia, pulling their bodies closer together as she slid her tongue deeper into her mouth. Elysia clung to her, her body softening against Malvoria's as if she knew she was safe in her arms.

It was a good thing too. Malvoria had no intentions of letting her go.

They kissed for long minutes—kissed until Elysia was panting, her mouth swollen against Malvoria's.

Malvoria pulled back, leaving them both gasping for breath. She couldn't stop herself from licking her lips, savoring the taste of Elysia there.

Her wife's eyes were hazy, her cheeks flushed pink. It was a good look on her. Malvoria leaned in to kiss her again.

She couldn't get enough of her mouth. She wanted to taste her everywhere.

Her tongue slipped back into Elysia's mouth—soft, slow, deepening the kiss even further.

Elysia moaned, her body arching closer. Malvoria felt her hands curl in the front of her shirt, pulling her closer.

She let Elysia have control—letting her press their mouths together as she sucked on Malvoria's tongue.

But then Elysia tried to pull back—tried to take more control of the kiss.

Malvoria didn't allow it.

She was gentle but firm—pinning Elysia down against the bed even as she kept kissing her.

Elysia struggled at first, her hands pressing against Malvoria's chest, but she didn't try for long.

Malvoria felt her relax, letting out a soft sigh as she gave into the kiss. Her arms wrapped around Malvoria instead, holding onto her.

Malvoria smiled against her mouth.

"Let me take care of you." She whispered. She wasn't going anywhere—not from Elysia.

Elysia made a soft noise, her tongue sliding against Malvoria's again.

They were kissing again in moments—hot, wet kisses that left them both panting.

Elysia tried to roll her hips up, but Malvoria kept her pinned down. Elysia whined in response, her hands clutching at Malvoria's shirt.

It was hard not to give in. Malvoria wanted nothing more than to give Elysia what she needed, to ease the ache building between her thighs, but she was still healing.

Malvoria would have to try her best at being gentle, she could see her wife's desire in her eyes.

But still, she had to take care of her.

She kissed Elysia again, slow and deep, wanting to show her wife how much she wanted her.

Elysia had stopped trying to move her hips—had stopped trying to touch Malvoria. Instead, she just clutched at Malvoria's shirt—her fingers digging into the fabric as she pulled her down for another kiss.

Elysia's lips were red, swollen from their kisses. Malvoria kissed them again anyway.

She couldn't help herself—couldn't help the way she wanted to claim Elysia's mouth as her own.

She kept kissing her—kept kissing her as Elysia panted beneath her.

Finally, they pulled apart—both of them gasping for air.

Elysia looked up at her, her eyes hazy with lust.

"Malvoria," Elysia mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. She sounded tired. "Please."

She didn't finish the sentence, but Malvoria understood. Elysia wanted more.

She wanted Malvoria to touch her.

To kiss her.

Malvoria kissed her again instead. She knew her Elysia was too tired to think straight right now. She was still healing, she didn't want to hurt her. The best she could do for now was kissing her. It was enough.

Elysia let out a little moan, clinging to her shirt again. She buried her face in Malvoria's neck, making soft noises against her skin.

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Malvoria kissed the top of her head—she felt Elysia shiver beneath her.

Her wife was a mess. Malvoria had made a mess of her.

Elysia was exhausted, hurt, and still clinging to Malvoria like a lifeline.

It didn't stop her from wanting more though. Elysia squirmed beneath her, pushing up against Malvoria's weight.

Malvoria kept kissing her, trailing her lips over her skin. She kept it light—kept it soft—but Elysia still moaned every time Malvoria touched her.

She loved how sensitive her Elysia was right now.

She was so much more sensitive now.

She felt every touch. She reacted to every kiss, every caress that Malvoria gave her.

It made Malvoria want to keep going. She wanted to make her Elysia scream—wanted to see her come undone beneath her. But Elysia was still hurt—she needed time to heal.

Malvoria wouldn't rush this. Not tonight.

Elysia wanted her too much.

It would make it easier to claim her—easier to make Elysia give into Malvoria's desires.

She pressed a kiss to Elysia's jawline, enjoying the way Elysia squirmed in response.

"I don't—" Elysia whispered, her words getting lost in Malvoria's skin.

Malvoria licked her skin, making her Elysia shiver in response. She was making her lose her train of thought. She liked it.

"Malvoria," Elysia gasped, her nails digging into Malvoria's skin. She was trying to hold onto her. "Please—"

A knock at the door interrupted them.