As she laid her down, Elysia caught her wrist.
"It's not even the afternoon." said Elysia.
Malvoria raised an eyebrow. "You're not going to fall asleep, are you?"
Elysia shook her head, her grip tightening. "Not a chance. I have plans for you, Your Highness."
Malvoria's lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. "Oh? And what plans might those be?"
Elysia didn't answer immediately. Instead, she tugged at Malvoria's wrist, guiding her onto the bed.
"Lie down," Elysia instructed, voice low and husky.
Malvoria obliged, stretching out on her back beside Elysia.
Elysia shifted onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow as she gazed down at Malvoria.
Her free hand traced lazy patterns across Malvoria's collarbone, down over the swell of her breast.
Malvoria watched her, eyes dark with desire. "What are you thinking about?"
Elysia's lips quirked. "I'm thinking that I want to taste you."
Malvoria's breath caught, her pupils dilating. "Do you, now?"
