I won't fall for the queen who burned my world-Chapter 338: Spicy bath

"Go on," Veylira urged, giving them a shooing motion. "Take twenty minutes. Take thirty. I’ll tell the staff not to bother you and I’ll tell them to hide the dessert trays until Kaelith’s ready for them."

Malvoria arched a brow. "And if we’re gone longer?"

"Then I’ll assume you’re doing what newlyweds with a baby should have done long ago and finally catching up on all the fun you’ve been missing." Veylira’s eyes sparkled with wicked delight. "Trust me. I’ve got Kaelith under control."

Elysia laughed, unable to resist the contagious energy. "She does, you know."

Malvoria huffed, but there was no real annoyance in her tone as she let Elysia tug her from the room.

Behind them, Kaelith’s giggles rang like silver bells, and the clatter of wooden animals tumbling across the floor meant her distraction was assured for now.

They moved swiftly down the wide corridor, Elysia’s hand warm in Malvoria’s, both moving with the focused urgency of parents who understood just how rare privacy could be in a house full of family and children.

Passing portraits watched in regal silence; their steps were muffled by thick carpets and years of memories.

Their suite stood open and inviting, pale afternoon light streaming through tall windows and painting gold across marble floors.

Malvoria barely managed to close the door before Elysia was at her back, quick fingers already working at the closures of Malvoria’s jacket.

"Don’t rush," Malvoria teased, voice low as she let herself be undressed, piece by piece. "We have twenty maybe even thirty minutes."

Elysia smirked, pressing a kiss just below Malvoria’s ear. "That’s barely enough to get you out of this uniform, let alone—"

"Then you’d better start," Malvoria interrupted, her hand slipping around Elysia’s waist, turning her so they faced each other, noses nearly touching.

Their laughter turned quickly into kisses—long and deep, soft lips tasting the laughter, the relief, the ache that never quite faded when they were apart.

Elysia’s nimble hands stripped Malvoria’s coat and shirt, palms skimming over old scars and new muscles, each mark a map of their shared story.

Malvoria, ever the strategist, undid Elysia’s blouse with single-minded efficiency, then reached to free the dark waterfall of her hair.

In minutes, they stood bare before each other, the sunlight gilding Elysia’s skin, setting Malvoria’s eyes aglow.

Neither woman moved to cover herself; instead, they paused, letting their gazes drink in every detail.

In Elysia’s violet eyes, Malvoria saw trust, desire, and the comfort of a thousand nights spent together, even when chaos ruled.

Malvoria ran her fingers along the soft curve of Elysia’s hip, thumb tracing circles just above the jut of her pelvis. "You’re perfect," she whispered. "Every time, you’re more beautiful."

Elysia rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t quite disguise the flush rising to her cheeks. "You’re not too bad yourself, Your Majesty."

With a quick, conspiratorial grin, Malvoria swept Elysia into her arms and carried her toward the bath.

Steam rose from the massive marble tub, its surface shimmering with scented oil—rose and sandalwood, mingling in the air.

Elysia yelped in delighted surprise, clutching at Malvoria’s shoulders.

"If you drop me, I’m telling Kaelith you’re not as strong as you look," she threatened.

Malvoria snorted and set her carefully on the warm stone edge, leaning in to press a kiss to Elysia’s nose. "She already thinks I’m invincible. But I’ll take my chances."

They stepped together into the steaming water. Heat rushed around them, soothing muscles and quieting nerves.

Elysia sighed, sinking up to her shoulders, and Malvoria eased in beside her, reaching for the soap.

"I could stay here forever," Elysia murmured, her head falling back against the rim. "Just you, me, and no one yelling for snacks or trying to set the curtains on fire."

Malvoria laughed, and the sound was rich and soft, echoing off the marble. "Give her time. Kaelith’s inventive. She’ll find a way to crash this too."

"For now, she’s Veylira’s problem." Elysia opened her eyes, turning to study Malvoria.

She reached for the soap, lathering it between her hands, then gently ran them along Malvoria’s shoulders, down her arms, across her collarbone.

Each touch was unhurried, exploratory—reverent, as if rediscovering a secret language known only to them.

Malvoria’s head fell forward, her hair curtaining her face. "Stars, that feels good."

Elysia smiled, massaging a little harder, fingers digging into the knots that had settled beneath Malvoria’s skin. "You’re tense."

"You’re magic," Malvoria countered, groaning as Elysia’s thumbs worked deeper. "Marry me again."

Elysia giggled, shifting so she straddled Malvoria’s lap in the deep tub, water swirling up to her chest. She kissed Malvoria’s brow, her cheek, the angle of her jaw. "I already did."

"Do it every day," Malvoria whispered, voice rough. Her hands found Elysia’s waist, pulling her close until their bodies were pressed together under the water, slick and slippery, the world shrinking to heat and heartbeats.

Elysia’s lips found Malvoria’s, and the kiss was a slow, unfolding thing—desire building like the steam around them.

Elysia’s hands wandered, sliding down Malvoria’s back, tracing the length of her spine, drawing her nearer.

Malvoria responded in kind, her palms caressing Elysia’s thighs, fingers spreading to knead and coax.

The water amplified every sensation, the brush of skin, the gasp of breath, the sweet ache as Malvoria’s hands moved higher, cupping Elysia’s breasts, thumbing over sensitive peaks. Elysia arched into her touch, breathless.

"Is this what you had in mind for our precious thirty minutes?" Malvoria teased, her mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along Elysia’s neck and shoulder.

"It’s exactly what I had in mind," Elysia gasped. "And maybe a little more."

Malvoria ducked beneath the water for a heartbeat, resurfacing between Elysia’s thighs, hair streaming, eyes wicked.

She slid her hands up Elysia’s legs, parting them, settling between her knees. The heat of the water was nothing compared to the heat rising in Elysia as Malvoria’s lips found her belly, then lower, her tongue parting Elysia’s folds.

Elysia’s head fell back, her fingers knotting in Malvoria’s hair as pleasure sparked through her.

The water lapped around them, muffling the sounds of Elysia’s soft moans, the slap of skin on stone.

Malvoria’s mouth was insistent, skillful, and she seemed determined to wring every ounce of tension and desire from Elysia’s body.

"Mal—please—" Elysia stammered, not caring if the whole castle heard her. It was too much and not enough, each flick and swirl of Malvoria’s tongue pushing her higher, until the world blurred and her cry echoed off the marble.

Malvoria surfaced, grinning, lips glistening with water and Elysia’s pleasure. "I love how you taste," she said, voice husky.

"Get over here," Elysia demanded, pulling her in for a deep kiss. She tasted herself on Malvoria’s lips, a dizzying, intimate thing, and it sent another shiver through her.

She pressed herself against Malvoria, their bodies sliding, slick and desperate.

Elysia’s hands found Malvoria’s cock, already hard and insistent beneath the water. She stroked her, gentle at first, then faster, loving the way Malvoria’s breath hitched, her grip on Elysia’s hips tightening.

"Gods, Elysia—" Malvoria gasped, her control fraying.

Elysia kissed her, swallowing her moans, moving so Malvoria could sink into her in one slow, sure thrust.

The water splashed, lapping at the sides of the tub, but neither cared. They moved together, finding a rhythm, the steam hiding them from the rest of the world.

Malvoria’s thrusts grew harder, more desperate. Elysia clung to her, her nails digging into Malvoria’s back as pleasure built again, coiling tight and hot in her belly.

"Faster," Elysia pleaded.

Malvoria complied, driving into her with increasing force. The sound of their bodies meeting, the rush of the water, the pant of their breath filled the room.

Elysia came with a strangled cry, her entire body shaking with the force of it.

Malvoria followed, her release overwhelming, pulling Elysia close and holding her through the aftershocks.

For long moments, they simply breathed together, foreheads pressed, hearts pounding.

The water had cooled a little; the world was starting to seep back in. Elysia reluctantly pulled away, letting Malvoria slide free, both women suddenly aware of how long they’d been gone.

Elysia slumped against the side of the tub, laughing a little breathlessly. "Let’s stop now—we’re taking too much time. If we’re not back soon, Veylira’s going to organize a search party."

Malvoria groaned, but her smile was utterly satisfied. "For you? Worth every second."

Elysia reached for a towel, her cheeks flushed and eyes still bright with laughter and afterglow. "Help me out, General, before I can’t remember why we need to go back."

Malvoria grinned and stood, pulling Elysia up into her arms one last time, kissing her forehead before wrapping her in the towel. "Next time, I want the whole night. No time limits."

"We’ll see," Elysia teased, her voice soft as she pressed a final kiss to Malvoria’s lips. She dried off quickly, slipping back into her robe, hair damp around her shoulders.

Malvoria did the same, running a comb through her own wet hair as she watched Elysia in the mirror.

Outside, the sound of Kaelith’s laughter drifted down the hall. Elysia smiled, shaking her head fondly. "Let’s hurry before she rallies the household against her grandmother."

Malvoria offered her hand. "Ready?"

"Always," Elysia replied.