Elysia stared blankly.
She wasn't going anywhere until Malvoria explained what was happening.
But the demon queen wasn't in the mood for explanations.
Instead, she reached forward, grabbing Elysia's chin to tilt it up, then leaned down to whisper in her ear—
"You're thinking too much, wife."
Elysia swallowed hard.
Because Malvoria's breath was warm on her skin, her fingers firm, her body hovering much too close for comfort.
Because even though Elysia had been kissed last night, Malvoria felt different today—more intimate, more personal, more like she wanted something else from Elysia.
Because when Elysia met Malvoria's eyes, she found the demon queen's gaze piercing, far too intense, as if she was trying to read the thoughts swirling behind Elysia's eyes.
Elysia struggled to stay still—to fight the instinct to squirm, to hide herself from that probing gaze.
But then Malvoria moved away, leaving Elysia with a whirlwind of confused feelings and a racing heart.
