Supreme Spouse System.

Chapter 15 - Morning Whispers of Sin

Morning Whispers of Sin

The golden fingers of dawn slipped through the silk curtains, casting warm light over the lavish chamber. Dust motes danced lazily in the sunbeams, illuminating the aftermath of a night soaked in passion and sin.

Leon stirred.

His broad chest rose and fell with each steady breath as the sunlight gently kissed his bare skin. The silk sheets tangled around his hips, clinging to the faint sheen of sweat that still lingered from the night before. A low, deep breath escaped his throat—a sound between a sigh and a growl, laced with satisfaction and weariness.

Then he felt it.

Warmth. Wetness. Movement.

”Mmm...” he groaned, his golden eyes fluttering open.

The first thing he noticed wasnʼt the room or the sun—but sensation. A delicious, slow suction that made his spine arch slightly. His manhood was hard, straining under the sheet—and someoneʼs lips were wrapped around him.

He blinked the haze of sleep away and looked down. He looked down.

The sheet tented over his waist, but it moved—subtly, steadily. With a flick of his hand, he drew it away.

And there she was

Crimson locks spilled like fire over his thighs, glinting in the morning sun. Her crimson eyes gleamed up at him, filled with playful mischief and hunger. The sheets draped off her nude form, baring the curve of her back and the soft swell of her rear. Her mouth, wrapped around his arousal, made the most obscene, wet sounds—slurp... pop... slrrpp...—as she pulled back, letting her tongue swirl around the tip.

”Sweetheart...” he muttered, his voice gravelly from sleep and pleasure.

With a soft pop, she released him, licking her lips as if savoring a delicacy. ”Darling,” she purred, her voice thick with morning rasp and desire, ”you were sleeping... but this part of you was wide awake. I couldnʼt resist.”

Leon chuckled, low and sinful, running a hand through her tangled hair. ”A dangerous little demon, arenʼt you?”

Rias only smirked.

Without another word, she dipped again, her lips and tongue working in rhythm, faster now, wetter, bolder—slrp... mmhh... slrp! Her moans sent vibrations up his shaft, and Leonʼs hand clenched the sheets. His breath quickened. Each movement, each swirl of her tongue, made him pulse harder.

”Sweetheart ...” he groaned, the sound like thunder in his chest. ”Iʼm... coming...”

She didnʼt flinch. She drank every drop, crimson eyes locked on his. When she finally pulled away, she licked her lips with exaggerated slowness, her cheeks flushed, breath heavy.

”You taste better in the morning,” she whispered boldly, crawling up to straddle his stomach. Her skin still glowed from last nightʼs passion. A soft sheen of sweat shimmered across her collarbones and thighs, and her scent—feminine, rich, sinful—mixed with his, still thick in the air.

The curve of her breasts swayed with each breath, her pink nipples tight from arousal. Her body glistened faintly in the sunlight—flawless, glowing. Her womanhood brushed against his abs, leaving heat in its wake. She leaned down, lips brushing his, her hair creating a crimson curtain around them.

Leon slid his hands along her waist, gripping her hips gently. ”Youʼre bold in the morning.”

”Iʼm yours,” she whispered. ”Why should I hold back?”

He smiled—slow, dangerous, and full of desire. ”Youʼre playing with fire.”

She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. ”Then burn me, Daddy.”

Then, he flipped her in one smooth motion—now she lay beneath him, laughing breathlessly.

”You always do that,” she pouted on his action.

”Because I love this view,” he smiled whispered, before capturing her lips.

The kiss was molten—tongues danced, breaths mingled, teeth grazed. His hands roamed—her sides, her waist, the curve of her hip. She arched into him, moaning against his lips— ”Mmh... nghh... yes...”—as he explored every inch of her.

Then he rolled her to her knees, her back arched in surrender, hips high.

He paused, eyes devouring her—the perfect dip of her spine, the round swell of her hips, the soft heat between her thighs glistening with anticipation.

”Wait...” she whispered, glancing back. ”I was only teasing...”

His hand slid over her ass, squeezing gently. ”Teasing comes with consequences, sweetheart.”

Her breath hitched. ”But Iʼm still sore... from last night...”

”Iʼll be gentle,” he lied with a wicked smirk.

With one deep, slow thrust, he entered her.

”Ahhh—Daddy!” she cried out, voice trembling with pleasure.

He set a steady pace, each movement drawing another sound from her lips— ”Ngh... mhh... aah...!”—and each one fed his hunger. Their bodies moved like poetry—clashing, craving, consuming.

They continue their love making session till noon. They didnʼt rush. This wasnʼt lust—it was love and passion.

who know how many loves making session after their bodies finally collapsed in exhaustion, the sun had risen high in the sky, and their tangled limbs were slick with heat and sweat. The bed was a mess of silken sheets, tousled crimson hair, and their mingled warmth.

Leon lay on his back, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. Beside him, Rias curled into his side, her face flushed, eyes heavy-lidded and glowing.

”Sweetheart...” he murmured, stroking her hair.

”Mm?” she hummed, barely awake.

”I could get addicted to you.”

She giggled softly. ”You already are.”

A long silence followed, the kind only lovers share after being completely undone by each other. Then, her voice returned—soft, yet laced with possessiveness.

”Youʼll never leave me... right?”

Leon turned his head and looked into her eyes. ”Never. Youʼre mine.”

Rias smiled, then whispered, ”And youʼre mine... Daddy.”

Leon let out a soft chuckle, pulling her closer.

But just as the warmth settled around them—knock knock.

A melodious voice followed.

”My Lord... may I come in?”

They both froze.

And quickly recognize voice, it was Aria. The head maid.

Rias raised a brow. ”Sheʼs here...”

”Maybe, she come to wake us,” Leon glanced toward the door, then back at her. ”Should I...?

Rias smirked, unbothered, voice playful. ”Come in, Aria.”

The door opened.

Purple hair flowed like silk over Ariaʼs shoulders, her maid uniform immaculate. The moment she stepped in, she stopped cold. The smell hit her first—thick, heady, unmistakably soaked in sweat, musk, and raw desire.

Then her eyes fell on them.

Leon, gloriously naked, golden skin still glistening.

Rias, pressed against his chest, equally bare, cheeks pink and body glowing with sweat.

Her heart pounded. She was no child. She knew what this meant. Sheʼd seen them come back from the bath together naked yesterday, both dripping wet, clothes clinging to sinful curves and muscle.

But now...

Her Lord... really Fuck... his daughter...

Ariaʼs cheeks turned crimson. Her thoughts scrambled.

And yet—

”Aria ...” Rias call her smoothly, clearly completely unbothered by her position.

”Yes, Young Miss,” she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.

”Can You... fetch breakfast for me and Daddy...?” Rias smiled; her voice honeyed. ”Something sweet. Weʼve worked up an appetite.”

Aria nodded, her face flushed scarlet. ”Y-Yes, Young Miss!”

She turned sharply, almost running out the door.

Leon sighed on her playfulness, then kissed her temple. ”Bath?”

”Yes...” she murmured, stretching.

He rose from the bed effortlessly. But when Rias tried to stand—

Her legs trembled.

And she fell.

Leon caught her mid-fall, strong arms wrapping around her.

”Daddy...” she pouted, half-laughing. ”Look what you did to me. I canʼt even walk...”

Guilt flickered in his eyes. ”Sorry... I got swing by your body.”

She gives him playful sullen look and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing against his bare chest.

”So, carry me, Daddy.”

He smiled—and lifted her with ease. ”Let me pamper you now,” he whispered.

And as she buried her face against his neck, a soft, content smile curved her lips.