I won't fall for the queen who burned my world-Chapter 311: A hot swim

Elysia stretched her arms to the sky, letting the warmth of the sun soak into her skin, the sounds of the falls filling her ears.

The valley felt like a pocket out of time just her and Malvoria, no interruptions, no obligations, nothing but the wildflowers and the river’s relentless music.

She caught Malvoria watching her no, drinking her in—with that hungry, reverent look that never failed to send a flutter through her stomach.

The red swimsuit, chosen on purpose, fit like a promise and a challenge. Elysia could see the flush rising on Malvoria’s cheeks, the way her eyes darkened with each lingering glance.

There was something addictive about it making the Queen of Demons lose her composure, if only for a few stolen hours.

Elysia sauntered to the river’s edge, feeling the cool breeze against her bare skin, her hair rippling down her back.

She didn’t look back immediately. Instead, she let Malvoria watch as she dipped a toe into the icy water, shivering for effect, then waded in up to her calves. The shock made her gasp—a sound she exaggerated, grinning over her shoulder.

"Oh gods, it’s cold," she called, biting back a laugh. "Are you sure you want to swim, or just stare?"

Malvoria came up behind her, movements languid and controlled. But Elysia could see the effort it cost—the way Malvoria’s fingers twitched, the hunger in her gaze barely leashed.

"I plan to do both," Malvoria said, voice low and edged with laughter. "But you’re making it hard to think."

Elysia stepped deeper into the river, letting the water swirl around her thighs. She pretended to ignore Malvoria’s stare as she scooped a handful of water, letting it run over her arms, over the bright red fabric clinging to her curves.

The sunlight glinted on droplets sliding down her skin, the cold making her skin pebble, her breath catch.

She could feel Malvoria’s gaze trailing over every inch—hotter than the sun, more possessive than any touch.

"Still thinking?" Elysia teased, tossing her hair over one shoulder, watching Malvoria fight for composure.

Malvoria growled—a soft, frustrated sound. "You’re doing that on purpose."

Elysia tilted her head. "Doing what?"

Malvoria splashed into the river, heedless of the shock. "Tormenting me."

Elysia squealed as Malvoria caught her around the waist, pulling her close, river water slapping cold against their skin. She twisted in Malvoria’s grip, laughing breathlessly as she tried to wriggle away.

"I thought you said it was cold!" Malvoria protested, half-laughing, half-growling into her ear.

"It’s much warmer now," Elysia shot back, wriggling her hips. The river lapped at them, sunlight making diamonds of every drop. "You’re a furnace, Mal."

Malvoria’s mouth found her neck, pressing a line of kisses from her jaw to her collarbone.

Elysia shivered, not from the cold, and arched into the contact, her arms winding around Malvoria’s shoulders.

The world contracted—just water, sun, and the feeling of Malvoria’s lips on her skin, hungry and reverent at once.

"You’re not playing fair," Malvoria whispered, voice raw. "How am I supposed to behave myself when you look like that?"

Elysia tangled her fingers in Malvoria’s hair, tugging her closer, loving the way Malvoria gasped. "Who says I want you to behave?"

She could feel Malvoria’s restraint—how close she was to losing it. The power of it was intoxicating.

Elysia pressed closer, letting the river rock them together, her thighs bracketing Malvoria’s. "What if someone finds us?" she teased.

Malvoria laughed, breathless, her mouth hot against Elysia’s shoulder. "Only the fish and the wind. And if they don’t like it, they can leave."

Elysia slipped her hand down Malvoria’s chest, delighting in the way Malvoria trembled beneath her touch. She let her fingers drift lower, tracing the edge of the fabric at Malvoria’s waist. "You really like this, don’t you?" she whispered, lips brushing Malvoria’s ear.

"I love it," Malvoria admitted, voice thick. "But it should be illegal." freewēbnoveℓ.com

Elysia grinned. "Then arrest me, Your Majesty."

Malvoria caught her by the hips, spinning them so Elysia was pressed against a smooth boulder near the river’s edge, half-submerged, sunlight catching her hair.

The look on Malvoria’s face was nearly feral—hungry, adoring, a little desperate. Elysia let herself bask in it.

"I could look at you forever," Malvoria murmured, pressing their bodies close.

"Don’t look," Elysia teased, reaching up to tug Malvoria’s mouth down to hers. "Touch."

Malvoria’s lips met hers in a kiss that was less a meeting, more a collision—hungry, deep, a little wild. The river pressed around them, but Elysia felt only the press of Malvoria’s hands on her skin, the need coiling between them.

Malvoria broke away, panting. "You drive me mad, you know that?"

Elysia pulled her close, legs wrapping around Malvoria’s waist, keeping her anchored. "Then don’t hold back."

Malvoria’s hands mapped every inch of her, the touch reverent and possessive. Elysia tipped her head back, laughing, then moaning as Malvoria’s lips found the sensitive hollow of her throat.

She arched into the contact, her fingers digging into Malvoria’s back, and for a while there was only sensation—water and heat and the wild, pulsing need that filled her every time Malvoria touched her like this.

"Elysia," Malvoria whispered, voice breaking on her name.

Elysia cupped Malvoria’s face, staring into eyes gone dark with want. "Yes?"

Malvoria swallowed hard. "I need you."

Elysia smiled, her own breath uneven. "You have me. Always."

Malvoria groaned, pressing a trail of kisses across her cheek, down her neck, pausing to bite gently at her shoulder—a mark, a claim. Elysia arched against her, their bodies slick with river water and want.

The sunlight painted Elysia in gold, her hair fanning out in the water like a banner. She let herself drift, weightless, content to let Malvoria worship her with lips, hands, and words.

"You’re so beautiful," Malvoria murmured against her skin. "I don’t know how to survive it."

Elysia’s laugh was breathless, unsteady. "You don’t have to survive. Just stay with me."

Malvoria’s hands tangled in the straps of Elysia’s swimsuit, her thumbs stroking slow circles over bare skin. Elysia closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment—the river, the sky, Malvoria’s love written in every desperate, careful touch.

She barely noticed when Malvoria’s fingers found the knot at her hip, tugging it loose. The suit slid a little lower, and Elysia shivered, the cool air a sharp contrast to the heat blossoming within her.

"Mal..." she whispered, caught between laughter and need.

Malvoria paused, breath ragged. "Do you want to stop?"

Elysia shook her head, her fingers tightening on Malvoria’s arms. "Don’t you dare."

Malvoria kissed her then—slow, deep, as if memorizing her from the inside out. They clung together, river swirling around them, hearts pounding in unison. Elysia’s hands roamed, mapping every plane and hollow of Malvoria’s body, cataloging every sigh, every tremor.

"Mine," Malvoria whispered, voice rough. "All mine."

Elysia smiled against her mouth.

For a long time, they lost themselves in each other—no kingdom, no crown, no past or future. Just bodies pressed close, tangled in sunlight and water and want.

Elysia laughed, moaned, pleaded, and Malvoria answered every sound with lips and tongue and teeth, until the river itself seemed to hush, holding its breath.

Eventually, Malvoria pulled back, eyes dark and wild, fingers still tangled in the red fabric at Elysia’s hip. She searched Elysia’s face, as if memorizing every line, every secret.

"Take it off," Malvoria commanded, voice little more than a growl—a plea and a demand in one.

Elysia, grinning, obliged.