I won't fall for the queen who burned my world-Chapter 270: Really good bath

The bath was hot steaming, actually and Elysia sank into it with a long, grateful groan.

Malvoria knelt behind her, hands working the ties of her training suit with gentle precision.

"Let this soak off," she said quietly. "We’ll deal with the soot later."

Elysia hummed in agreement, eyes already drifting shut.

Malvoria gently peeled away the combination suit, fingers brushing over the faint stretch marks that still lingered across her hips and abdomen.

"Beautiful," Malvoria murmured.

Elysia’s eyes flickered open. "Don’t you dare make this awkward."

"I’m stating facts," Malvoria said simply, dropping the soiled fabric into the nearby laundry bin. "Your body carried our child. It’s magnificent."

"Two months postpartum and still obsessed with the stretch marks," Elysia muttered, but her tone lacked any real annoyance.

Malvoria smiled softly, resting her palms on Elysia’s shoulders and squeezing gently. "Two months postpartum, and still the most exquisite being in all the realms."

Elysia scoffed, though a faint blush colored her cheeks. "You realize how ridiculous that sounds, right?"

"No," Malvoria said without hesitation. "I mean it completely."

Elysia let her head tip back against the lip of the tub, meeting Malvoria’s gaze. There was something in the demon queen’s eyes—something deep, almost vulnerable.

"You’ve never looked at anyone else the way you look at me," Elysia said quietly.

Malvoria’s hands stilled. "Is that a problem?"

Elysia shook her head slowly. "It should be, shouldn’t it? We’re supposed to be too busy being queenly and powerful to have time for all this."

"All this?" Malvoria repeated with a small smile.

"This," Elysia gestured vaguely at the space between them. "The looking. The touching. The carrying me to bathhouses like a princess in some fairytale."

Malvoria chuckled. "Are you complaining?"

"No." Elysia reached up, catching Malvoria’s hand. "I just... sometimes it feels like I’m dreaming. Like I’ll wake up and none of this will be real."

Malvoria tightened her grip gently. "It is real. All of it."

Elysia searched her face for a long moment, then nodded. "Okay."

"Okay?" Malvoria raised a brow.

"Okay," Elysia repeated with more conviction. She sat up slightly, water rippling around her. "Now come here. I want to see if I can get you to blush for once."

Malvoria snorted. "You forget who you’re speaking to. I don’t blush."

"Oh really?" Elysia arched a brow, trailing a finger up Malvoria’s forearm. "Care to make it interesting?"

Malvoria smirked. "Always."

"Good," Elysia purred. "Then get in the bath. And leave the armor behind."

Malvoria did blush.

She blamed the heat.

Elysia blamed the arousal.

Either way, by the time the water had cooled, Malvoria’s cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen, and her red hair plastered to her neck.

"You win," she muttered as Elysia pressed a final, lingering kiss to her pulse point. "Happy?"

"Mmm," Elysia hummed against her skin. "Extremely."

Malvoria let out a shaky laugh and wrapped both arms around Elysia’s naked form. "You’re insatiable."

"And you’re insufferable," Elysia replied, grinning. "Perfect match."

Malvoria dipped her head, capturing Elysia’s lips in a slow, deep kiss that made the water ripple around them.

Elysia melted into it, her hands sliding up Malvoria’s neck to tangle in her wet hair.

They kissed like that for a while—long, unhurried kisses that made Elysia’s toes curl.

When they finally parted, both were breathing hard. Malvoria’s pupils were blown wide, her usual composure replaced by raw desire.

"Gods, you’re beautiful," she whispered, tracing the edge of Elysia’s jaw with one finger.

"So are you," Elysia murmured back.

Malvoria shook her head. "I’m terrifying."

"You’re mine," Elysia corrected, leaning in for another kiss.

This one was hungrier, needier.

Malvoria’s hands slid down Elysia’s sides, coming to rest on her hips.

Elysia shivered at the touch, her nails digging into Malvoria’s shoulders. "Mal," she breathed.

Malvoria groaned and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.

The water sloshed around them as their bodies pressed together, skin slick and warm.

Malvoria’s teeth nipped at Elysia’s lower lip, drawing a gasp.

"Careful," Elysia warned, voice trembling.

"Always," Malvoria promised, though her hands were anything but careful as they roamed Elysia’s body.

She touched her like she was something precious, something to be revered.

Elysia arched into the touch, her head falling back as Malvoria’s lips trailed down her neck.

"Mal," she panted, her fingers tangling in Malvoria’s hair.

Malvoria hummed against her skin, her tongue tracing a line along Elysia’s collarbone. "You taste divine."

Elysia shuddered, her hips bucking slightly. "You’re going to kill me."

"Not a chance," Malvoria murmured. "I plan on keeping you around for a long time."

"Good answer," Elysia breathed, tugging gently at her hair.

Malvoria chuckled and lifted her head, capturing Elysia’s lips again.

This kiss was different—softer, sweeter, full of unspoken promises.

When they finally pulled apart, both were flushed and breathless.

"Stay here," Malvoria whispered against Elysia’s mouth. "I’ll be right back."

"Don’t keep me waiting long," Elysia replied.

Malvoria grinned and stepped out of the bath, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her waist.

She returned a few moments later with a bottle of oil in one hand and a clean towel in the other.

"Lean forward," she instructed, pouring some of the oil onto her palm.

Elysia obliged, resting her elbows on the rim of the tub.

Malvoria moved behind her, one hand braced on the tub’s edge and the other kneading Elysia’s shoulder with gentle, firm strokes.

"You’re tense," Malvoria observed, her thumb digging into a particularly stubborn knot.

Elysia groaned softly. "Training was brutal."

Malvoria’s lips quirked. "Good thing you have me to fix you, then."

"Mmm," Elysia agreed, her eyes fluttering shut. "Very good."

Malvoria worked in silence for several minutes, her fingers methodical and thorough as they worked out the tension in Elysia’s shoulders and back.

When she reached her lower back, Malvoria paused, her palm flattening over the base of Elysia’s spine.

"Still sore here?" she asked softly.

"A bit," Elysia admitted. "But it’s manageable."

Malvoria nodded and resumed her massage, her touch more gentle now as she worked over the small of Elysia’s back.

By the time she finished, Elysia was practically boneless, her head resting on her folded arms.

"Feel better?" Malvoria asked, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

"Mmmhmm," Elysia mumbled.

Malvoria chuckled softly and reached for the clean towel, gently patting Elysia dry as she sat up.

"You’re spoiling me," Elysia said, though there was no complaint in her tone.

"You deserve it," Malvoria replied, helping her step out of the tub.

She wrapped the towel around Elysia’s body, her hands lingering on her shoulders.

"Bed?" Malvoria suggested.

Elysia nodded sleepily. "Bed."

Malvoria scooped her up again, ignoring her half-hearted protest as she carried her to the waiting sheets.