The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort
Chapter 532 - 532: The Queen Quality Time (1)

"Oh, I serve only the most beautiful queens," he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to her knuckles. Heat flared in her cheeks like sunrise.

When plates were cleared, the table sank back into the floor as seamlessly as it had risen. Rodion dimmed the lights. A plush blanket, warm from a hidden heating rune, floated over and draped itself across their laps. They sank onto the settee once more, closer than before, hips pressed together.

Mikhailis slipped an arm around her waist. She cuddled against him, heart fluttering at the quiet strength in his embrace. He whispered small nothings—praising the curl of her hair, teasing about her "regal movie-choosing talent." She answered with soft hums, tracing lazy symbols over his chest, feeling calm pulse back at her with every beat of his heart.

Time drifted. Outside, wind brushed the curtain fabric with a hushed rustle. Inside, peace reigned. Elowen's eyelids drooped; Mikhailis kissed her brow.

"Mikhailis… this is perfect," she breathed.

"With you… it always is," he answered, voice edged with quiet awe.

A stretch of warm silence passed until Elowen's slender fingers lifted to caress his cheek. Her emerald eyes, glowing softly in the dim light, met his silver-blue ones. A shy blush colored her skin. "Mikhailis… tonight… can we… do it inside the bath?"

He blinked, then a playful, tender smile curved his lips. "Of course. I can do it twenty-four seven with you if you like."

She giggled, pressing her forehead to his. "I would very much like that… but the kingdom might fall."

"Oh, we'll make sure it stays upright." He squeezed her gently.

Rodion pivoted, blue eyes brightening. <Initiating bath preparation: temperature thirty-nine degrees Celsius, rose essence proportional to queen's relaxation index, privacy seals engaged.>

The faint sound of water spilling into marble echoed from the adjoining chamber. Steam scented with rose and vanilla drifted under the door. Warmth beckoned, promising more hours of simple, sacred closeness.

Mikhailis brushed a thumb over Elowen's lower lip, gaze tender. "Shall we?"

Her soft nod was answer enough.

"Oh, you wound me," Mikhailis chuckled, leaning his head against hers. "But I shall take that as a challenge."

Rodion's form drifted into the adjoining bath chamber, his soft, luminous blue eyes pulsing faintly as he engaged the bath's enchanted systems. With a mere ripple of his floating silver-white arms, the crystalline faucets whispered to life, pouring out warm, crystal-clear water that shimmered with an ethereal, enchanted glow. Rose petals cascaded from delicate compartments along the marble walls, scattering across the water's surface like a soft, blushing carpet. The sweet, subtle fragrance of roses mingled with a hint of vanilla, the gentle steam curling in lazy wisps that embraced the air.

Soft lights nestled in the ceiling adjusted, dimming to a warm, amber glow, like the final blush of sunset. The flickering light played gently against the marble, turning the room into a glowing sanctuary of warmth and softness. Plush, snow-white towels were laid out beside the bath, and sleek, glass vials of bath oils arranged in a neat, sparkling row—rose, lavender, and a hint of jasmine.

Elowen stepped inside, her bare feet soundless against the warm marble. The faint mist kissed her cheeks, and for a moment, she simply breathed—letting the soft, floral steam wrap around her. Her gaze shifted to the bath, where the water shimmered like liquid starlight, the petals drifting lazily. Rodion, with his characteristic grace, gave a subtle bow and quietly withdrew, leaving her and Mikhailis alone in this intimate, glowing haven.

Mikhailis's arms slipped around her waist from behind, his chin resting lightly on her shoulder. His warmth pressed against her back, his breath a gentle caress against her ear. "You always choose the most magical settings," he whispered, his voice a warm murmur.

A soft smile curved her lips. "Perhaps I just have a gift for atmosphere."

"Or perhaps you're the one who makes the atmosphere magical," he teased, brushing a soft kiss against the curve of her neck.

Her laughter was a quiet, silvery chime. She turned in his embrace, their eyes meeting—emerald and silver-blue, catching the soft light. No words were needed. Slowly, his fingers found the delicate straps of her gown, easing them from her shoulders. The silken fabric whispered as it slipped, pooling at her feet. Her pale, flawless skin glowed in the warm, amber light, and a shy blush bloomed on her cheeks.

Mikhailis's gaze drank her in, not with hunger, but with a quiet, tender awe. He leaned down, his lips finding hers in a slow, gentle kiss, his hands gliding over her bare shoulders, his touch warm and feather-light. Elowen's fingers found the buttons of his shirt, unfastening them one by one, her palms brushing against his chest, feeling the steady warmth beneath his skin.

His shirt slipped away, and she let her hands trace his shoulders, his toned arms, her fingertips savoring each warm, firm contour. He stepped out of his trousers, the gentle rustle of fabric fading beneath the soft murmur of the steaming water. For a moment, they stood together—bare, warm, her delicate form pressed against his, the soft curve of her body fitting perfectly against the solid warmth of his embrace.

"Shall we?" he whispered, a smile playing at his lips.

She nodded, and he swept her into his arms with effortless grace, one arm beneath her knees, the other cradling her back. Her laughter danced around them, light and free. He stepped into the bath, the warm, fragrant water rising around them, and gently lowered her into its embrace. The heat enveloped her, the rose petals brushing against her skin like silken kisses. She sighed, a soft, dreamy sound, her head tilting back as the warmth seeped into her, easing away the last traces of tension.

Mikhailis joined her, the water lapping around his chest. He drew her close, her back pressing against his chest, his arms encircling her beneath the water's shimmering surface. The gentle heat wrapped around them, the subtle floral scent mingling with the soft, intimate pulse of their shared breath.

His hands traced slow, soothing circles along her back, the touch light but tender, his fingertips leaving a warm trail along her skin. Elowen's fingers rested against his chest, feeling the slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat, her touch gentle but lingering.

Their lips met, a soft, lingering kiss beneath the soft glow of the warm light. No urgency—just the sweet, quiet warmth of two souls finding each other again. Her fingers slid upward, threading through his silver-blond hair, feeling the silken strands slip between her fingers. His lips brushed against hers again, a slow, loving caress, his touch deepening, his arms tightening gently around her waist.

The warmth of the water mirrored the growing heat between them. His lips left a trail of soft, teasing kisses along her jaw, then down the curve of her neck. She shivered, her breath catching, a soft, trembling whisper slipping free. "Mikhailis…"

"Hm?" he murmured against her skin, his lips tracing the delicate line of her collarbone.

"Please…" she whispered, her voice a soft, yearning tremor.

His answer was a gentle, knowing smile. His touch grew more daring, one hand drifting along the gentle curve of her waist, then lower, tracing the soft dip of her hip beneath the water. Her own touch slid across his chest, feeling the warmth, the strength, the steady rise and fall of his breath.

Their lips met again, but this time the softness melted into something else—something hungry, something desperate. Elowen's fingers tightened against Mikhailis's chest, her nails leaving faint, shivering trails against his warm, damp skin. His lips moved against hers, not gentle now, but claiming—tongue sliding against hers, tasting her, teasing.

"Mmhh… slrp… mhh…" The wet, needy sounds of their kiss filled the steamy air, each heated breath mingling with the sweet, floral mist. Her tongue danced with his, their breaths quickening, the heat between them rising with every touch, every stolen gasp.

Her heart raced as his hands moved, one sliding down the smooth curve of her back, the other gripping her waist, pulling her closer. And then she felt it—the thick, hot, pulsing hardness pressing against her under the water. It rubbed against her inner thigh, a firm, demanding presence that sent a shiver racing through her. Even in the warm bath, it felt so much hotter, so alive.

Mikhailis's lips trailed down her jaw, his breath warm against her ear. "Elowen…" he whispered, his voice a low, hungry murmur, filled with quiet, restrained passion.

Her thoughts wavered, her breath hitching. No one else had ever seen her like this—her smooth, dusky skin, the dark hue inherited from her faint dark elf lineage, her long, pointed ears peeking through her silken white hair. These were parts of her she kept guarded, hidden from all but him. The man who held her now, who kissed her with such desperate hunger, was the only one she had ever let see her like this.

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