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.
