Malvoria exhaled sharply as she ran a hand through her damp red hair, trying to gather her thoughts.
Her body was still humming, the aftermath of what had just happened clinging to her like a second skin.
The steam in the room had done nothing to clear her head; if anything, it had only made things more intoxicating.
Damn that servant.
If they hadn't knocked, announcing that the teleportation portal was finally ready, she and Elysia might still be tangled together, lost in each other for gods knew how long.
Malvoria had too much stamina—a fact she had no problem with until now. She had never quite struggled with self-control before.
Yet here she was, getting dressed quickly as if doing so would wipe the memory of everything from her mind.
It wouldn't.
Her skin still burned with the sensation of Elysia's touch. Her lips still tingled from the heated kisses they had shared. And her mind? Her mind was spinning, trying to categorize what exactly had just happened.
