I won't fall for the queen who burned my world-Chapter 136: Three times now

The instant Elysia's lips met hers, Malvoria felt something in her chest snap—a tight, coiled thing that had been waiting, waiting for this, waiting for her, waiting for the moment when restraint would no longer matter.

Heat surged through her veins, burning, consuming, as if her entire body had been set aflame, as if every inch of her had been starving for this exact moment.

And Elysia—gods, Elysia—her lips were urgent, desperate, pressing against Malvoria's with something raw, something reckless, something that sent a sharp thrill down her spine.

For a heartbeat, Malvoria did nothing but feel it.

The softness of Elysia's lips, the way she leaned into the kiss like she had given up trying to fight it, the way her fingers curled instinctively against Malvoria's chest as if she was holding onto her—as if she was afraid of what would happen if she let go.

Malvoria liked that.

No.

She loved it.

And she wanted more.

A low, pleased hum rumbled in her throat before she took control, tilting her head, pressing deeper, letting her hands slide up Elysia's sides, slow, deliberate, savoring the way Elysia shuddered against her, the way her breath hitched as Malvoria's fingers traced the curve of her waist.

"Finally," Malvoria murmured against her lips, her voice dark, teasing, dripping with satisfaction. "I was beginning to wonder how much longer you were going to pretend you didn't want this."

Elysia made a sound—a mix between frustration and something far sweeter—before she bit down on Malvoria's bottom lip, a sharp little warning, a challenge, a reminder that she was still Elysia, still stubborn, still unwilling to give Malvoria the satisfaction of thinking she had won.

Malvoria chuckled, low and husky, her grip tightening, pulling Elysia flush against her, chest to chest, heat to heat, no space left between them now, no doubt left between them now.

"I knew you'd taste this sweet," she purred, running her tongue over Elysia's lips, slow, savoring, drawing out a gasp that made her smirk. "But I didn't think you'd be this desperate."

Elysia froze for half a second—then shoved at Malvoria's shoulder, trying to push her away.

Malvoria didn't budge.

Didn't let her.

Instead, she grabbed Elysia's wrist mid-movement and twisted her around in one smooth motion, pinning her back against the nearest surface, trapping her there, letting her feel the full weight of her presence, letting her know that there was no running away from this now.

Elysia's breath came out in a sharp exhale, her pupils blown, her lips red, kiss-swollen, perfect.

And Malvoria—Malvoria wanted to ruin her.

She leaned in, letting her mouth ghost over Elysia's jaw, her cheek, lower, lower, until her lips hovered just over the curve of Elysia's throat, right over the spot she had bitten days ago, right over the place where her mark still lingered on Elysia's skin.

The memory of that night sent a violent shiver of possessiveness through Malvoria.

She wanted to bite her again.

She wanted to sink her fangs into that delicate, tempting skin and mark her all over again, just to remind her who she belonged to.

Who she would always belong to.

She pressed an open-mouthed kiss against Elysia's neck, smirking when she felt her shudder, when she heard the sharp inhale that Elysia tried to swallow down, when she felt the way Elysia's fingers curled against her shoulders, gripping the fabric of her coat like she wasn't sure whether to push her away or pull her closer.

Malvoria let her tongue flick against Elysia's skin, just to feel her tense, just to hear the sharp little gasp that left her lips.

"I love this," Malvoria murmured, voice dropping into something dangerous, something hungry. "I love how much you want me but don't want to admit it."

Elysia whimpered.

And Malvoria grinned.

Gods.

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This woman was going to destroy her.

She pulled back just enough to look at Elysia's face, to see the dazed, breathless expression she was wearing, to see the way her lips were parted, the way her chest heaved, the way her silver hair spilled around her like she was made of moonlight itself.

It was a problem, really.

How perfect she was.

How irresistible she was.

Malvoria let her thumb brush over Elysia's bottom lip, slow, teasing, her voice turning mocking.

"Say it," she murmured.

Elysia swallowed thickly, shaking her head slightly. "Say what?"

Malvoria smirked.

"That you like this," she said, voice smooth, taunting. "That you like me."

Elysia glared at her—glared, but didn't deny it.

Malvoria chuckled, pressing her lips against Elysia's ear, letting her breath ghost over her skin as she whispered, "Admit it, wife."

She felt Elysia tremble.

Felt the way her body betrayed her, the way she melted just slightly, just enough to make Malvoria's heart pound in her chest, to make her fingers tighten against Elysia's waist, to make her want to drag her down into this madness until there was no escaping it.

No escaping her.

She almost kissed her again.

Almost lost herself completely.

Then, Elysia tilted her head, and before Malvoria could react, before she could prepare herself for it—

Elysia's lips crashed against hers.

Hard.

Desperate.

Like she had given up trying to fight it.

And Malvoria let her.

Malvoria smirked against Elysia's lips, the sheer satisfaction curling through her like a slow, deep-burning fire.

She hadn't expected this, hadn't expected her to kiss back with such urgency again, with such desperation, and certainly not for the third time.

Pulling back just slightly, Malvoria let her thumb brush against the edge of Elysia's jaw, savoring the way her breathing was uneven, the way her pupils were still blown wide, the way her silver hair was slightly mussed from the way Malvoria had run her fingers through it.

She let her voice drop into something dark, teasing. Possessive.

"Three times now," she murmured, tilting her head, her grey eyes sharp and unreadable as they scanned Elysia's flushed face. "You're the one who keeps kissing me."

Elysia swallowed hard, but she refused to look away, though her fingers trembled slightly where they were still gripping Malvoria's collar.

Malvoria chuckled, a low, amused sound. "Careful, princess," she purred, leaning in just enough that their lips barely brushed again, teasing, taunting. "If I didn't know any better, I'd start thinking you actually wanted this."

Elysia stiffened at that, her fingers twitching against Malvoria's coat, but she didn't push her away. Didn't deny it.

That made Malvoria grin.

"You're cute when you're flustered," she mused, her lips grazing the corner of Elysia's mouth before trailing lower, brushing over her jaw, her pulse. "It's almost adorable how hard you try to pretend this isn't happening."

Elysia let out a sharp breath, but she still didn't move away, didn't resist.

Malvoria loved that.

She let her lips trail back up, just barely teasing Elysia's, her fingers tracing lazy circles against her waist.

"Tell me," Malvoria whispered, her voice turning almost mockingly sweet. "Do you perhaps have feelings for me?"