I won't fall for the queen who burned my world-Chapter 159: I can feel you ( R18)

The touch of their lips was like silk. The softest part of a rose petal, the edge of a feather, the first hint of dawn.

It felt inevitable, somehow. Inevitable and precious.

Elysia’s breath caught—and then she let herself sink into it.

It was like a whispered promise: the press of Malvoria’s mouth, the hint of her scent, the way her eyes flickered closed.

Their lips parted. The kiss deepened.

Elysia gasped. Her body flared to life. Her hands skimmed up Malvoria’s thighs, finding the smooth silk of her stockings, the curve of her hip.

Malvoria breathed out a curse, her grip tightening around Elysia’s waist.

"You’ve got fucking soft hands," she said.

Elysia smirked. She was drunk on the sensation already—on the taste of Malvoria on her lips, the warmth of her skin, the slow way she responded.

She could feel her pulse in her fingertips. She could feel everything, down to the smallest detail—the brush of fabric between them, the flex of muscles, the tiny creases in Malvoria’s gloves.

She wanted more. She wanted every detail.

"Take it off," she whispered, tugging at the cuff of Malvoria’s glove.

Malvoria pulled back, breathing harder now. "What?"

"The glove." Elysia twisted her hand against the supple leather. "Take it off."

Malvoria stared at her, like she couldn’t decide if Elysia was serious.

"I want to feel you hand touching me." Elysia said.

"Of course wife." Malvoria said as she began to pull the gloves off.

And then—oh. Oh. Her fingers were hot and rough against Elysia’s palms, her nails filed short and sharp. She gripped Elysia’s wrist, pulled her closer.

Their tongues tangled. Their breath mingled.

Elysia arched into her, gasping.

It was like fire and ice, like stars and smoke, like she was falling into an abyss and climbing a mountain at the same time.

And when Malvoria pulled back to catch her breath, her eyes burned like a volcano.

"I might make love to you right here," she growled.

"Then do it."

Elysia was out of her travel suit in seconds, shedding it like a second skin. And then she was crawling forward, straddling Malvoria’s lap, kissing her with every ounce of passion she had.

" Are not affraid of someone seeing use we are in public." Malvoria teased.

"No," Elysia said. "No. Not with you. Not here."

She arched forward again, letting her hips grind against Malvoria’s leg. She gasped, and then she ground again, harder, letting Malvoria see exactly how much she wanted.

"You want me to fuck you on this picnic blanket." It wasn’t a question.

Elysia nodded, unable to speak.

Malvoria leaned in, mouth moving to the spot just behind Elysia’s ear. "You want me to bend you over and take you in front of this tree. You want me to make you scream."

Elysia shivered. "Yes."

"Ask nicely."

"Please." She ground again, feeling herself grow wetter, hotter. "Fuck me."

Malvoria groaned, low and deep. Then she grabbed Elysia by her hips, flipped her onto her back, and pinned her to the quilt.

Elysia moaned, gasping as the weight of her pressed against her, pushing her down into the blanket.

She felt the strength of Malvoria in every muscle, every ounce of her power. She knew the demon queen could snap her like a twig. She knew she could be crushed in an instant.

But that was also what made this so hot. That was what made her so desperate for it. She wanted the power. She wanted the intensity.

She wanted to feel the demon queen’s raw strength as she fucked her.

The first stroke was slow, deliberate. Malvoria pushed in, inch by inch, letting Elysia feel the thickness and length of her cock. T

he slick head rubbed against her clit, teasing, and she was already moaning, already crying out from the pleasure.

She clutched at Malvoria’s shoulders, feeling the muscles rippling beneath her fingertips, feeling every movement echo through her own body. She squeezed her eyes shut, moaned again, and then—

The second stroke was faster.

Malvoria pumped into her now, hard and deep and fierce, fucking her like she owned her. Elysia felt her thighs tense around the demon queen’s hips, her back arching into it. She felt herself riding the edge already, so close to coming.

She could hear her own breaths, loud and harsh, the slap of skin against skin. She felt like she was melting beneath the demon queen, melting into the quilt and the grass, becoming one with the land itself.

Then she looked up, into the branches of the heart tree. The leaves were still pink and beautiful, their veins pulsing with life. She thought about all the couples that had fucked here before—about how she and Malvoria would be another.

About how she might be the demon queen’s last lover.

And that thought sent her over the edge. Her whole body seized, pleasure flooding through her. She came with a scream, her hips jerking, her nails digging into Malvoria’s skin.

The demon queen didn’t let up. She just kept fucking her, slow and relentless, until Elysia came again.

She collapsed then, breathing hard, feeling utterly fucked and utterly spent. She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again to watch the leaves.

They were still pulsing with magic.

The magic of her own orgasm.

"I can feel you," Malvoria whispered, her breath hot against Elysia’s ear.

Elysia glanced at her, eyes wide.

Malvoria grinned, slow and dangerous. Then she reached down, rubbing her thumb across Elysia’s clit.

Elysia squeaked, squirming, already oversensitive. But Malvoria just chuckled, then pressed harder. Then harder. Until—

Elysia came again, writhing beneath her, crying out, clamping down around Malvoria’s cock.

The demon queen laughed then, slow and low. Then she started fucking her again—hard, relentless, taking everything Elysia had.

She didn’t stop until she’d come, until she’d spent herself into Elysia’s cunt.

And when they finally broke apart, gasping and spent and dripping wet, the leaves of the tree above them shone like bloodied rubies in the sun. The heart tree had caught their magic. And now—

Now the pink was tinted with red. The red of two hearts, beating as one. The red of their love. The red of what they’d become together. The red of the tree.