Supreme Spouse System.

Chapter 230: Wait... Leon...

Wait... Leon...

Leon loomed over her, still bathed in the warm afterglow of their shared euphoria. His breathing was still unsteady, chest heaving and falling against hers as his hand lay lightly on her belly—warm, earthy, possessive. The moonlight caressed his golden eyes, which were full of a gentle softness at odds with the hunger lurking just beneath the surface—an intensity that clung to them even in repose.

He swept a silvery lock from her cheek, his fingers being respectful, and breathed softly, ”Sona.”

Her lashes danced, her eyes gradually opening. She blinked as she emerged from sleep, dazed and naked. Her chest rose on a shuddering breath, the smooth curves of her breasts still bearing the imprint of his lips—tender red blooms from his passion. Her fingers, as light as air, climbed to his jawline, their fingers following the firm line beneath the soft scruff of stubble.

”Leon...” she breathed, voice shaking, feeling thick in the sound.

He didn’t respond verbally. Rather, he bowed his head to plant featherlight kisses along the curve of her collarbone, mouth warm, his breath caressing her skin with each promise he didn’t say. His lips slowly traveled upwards, until they reached hers in a kiss that contained no flame—but a flame of its own. No longer desperate. It was filled with reverence, brimming over with unspoken threats and years of self-denial now dissolved.

Leon shifted his weight gingerly, holding her beneath him as if holding something delicate and sacred. Each movement that passed between them seemed sculpted from time itself. The world had narrowed to nothing, and all that remained was she, and he.

And yet, even in the soft serenity, something within her flared once more. A burning heat expanded deep within her belly, blooming outward in a slow, hungry throe. Her thighs naturally shifted, and she felt the hardness against her side—a reminder of his own desire still so strong, so palpable.

Her hand went to his chest, palm against the throb of his heart. That pulse grew the same as hers. The bond between them wasn’t simply the touch of skin. It was a deeper thing, hidden in years of silent wanting, furtive looks, and aching silence.

She parted her lips; eyes fixed on his. ”Leon... what are you doing to me?” she whispered.

His eyes fell to her lips, then lower, savoring her with slow reverence. ”Loving you,” he said, voice thick. ”Finally. Fully. The way I’ve always wished to and you want me.”

His lips touched hers again for an instant, stealing another kiss—soft, lingering, intoxicating. And then he drew back, his golden eyes darker now, shadowed with the burden of desire.

She didn’t know what to do. Her mind attempted to treat it as some bizarre moment, a surreal experience. But her body—her body had already made up its mind. It had waited for this, pined for this. His kiss started something so passionate it shook her. It was the most wondrous feeling she had ever experienced. And she craved more of it—more of him. A great deal more.

Leon leaned in without hesitation, pinning her wrists above her head against the bed. His mouth found her throat, his lips tracing across her skin with burning purpose.

”Beg,” he whispered against her ear, the heat of his breath causing her to arch slightly. ”Beg like you begged before, or I won’t give you anything.”

Sona was a dignified queen, self-possessed and level-headed by temperament. But there was no self-possession to use as armor now—not with him. Not when his voice left her hurting between her legs. Not when the press of his body, his eyes, his smell stripped her of all reason.

She succumbed—voluntarily, shamefully, exquisitely.

Her voice broke with desire. ”Kiss me... please. Give me all you’ve got!”

”Yes, my Queen...”

Leon came down, lips colliding with hers, taking over her mouth in a burning kiss that roared through her like fire. His tongue probed into her open lips, probing and playing, taunting her with each drawn-out pull and lash. Her own tongue answered, self-conscious at first, then hungrier, needing more.

”Mmm...” Sona moaned helplessly on his kiss, her body contorting beneath him as her nipples caressed his bare chest. The bliss was intoxicating. Her lips already swollen from his ministrations, her heart pounding out of control.

Then—

”Ahhh!” she gasped harshly when his hand cupped one of her breasts, his fingers squeezing it just so. Her back arched, lips parting from his as a moan escaped.

His fingers kneaded the flesh of her breast in a hunger that was almost religious, almost covetous. She sensed the heat between her thighs pulse in reaction. Her nipples, already furled, abraded against his hot flesh with each move, sending electricity through her.

He kissed her more fiercely, more deeply. His other hand glided around to her waist, caressing her spine before his palm came to rest on her lower back, drawing her hard against his body.

She couldn’t think. She didn’t want to. There was no throne, no crown—only Leon. His kisses, his touch, his heat.

His heavy body towered over hers, wearing nothing but his underclothes now. She could feel every inch of him—his power, his heat, the unmistakable pressure of his erection through the thin cloth.

She was utterly naked under him, her tender skin exposed to his every look, every touch. The roam of his eyes over her body sent shivers down her spine. She’d never felt so wanted... never so womanly.

Leon loved every inch of her. His eyes dwelled on her curvy hourglass figure, savoring the shape of her waist, the swell of her hips, the fullness of her breasts—so perfect, so sensitive.

His fingers ran down, the tips tracing along the edge of her thighs, and then continuing back up to encircle the curves of her breasts again.

He let out a low, husky groan. ”Perfect...” he whispered, his voice full of suppressed hunger.

As he gazed across her naked form, a soft thought ran in his mind—Lovely like Aria... like Cynthia...

But even when the memory of his other wives appeared, it soon disappeared, overwhelmed by what lay before him.

Sona’s body... it was better than all my wives.

Her breasts—larger, softer, more enticing—seemed made to fit in his palms. More than that, they seemed to welcome his touch as eagerly as he.

No comparison, he considered, drawing his tongue slowly over the tip of her nipple, tasting Sona gasped when he used his thumb to circle her nipple, teasing it until it stood in full, rigid erection. He leaned forward, kissing his way along the side of her jaw before his lips headed lower—over her neck, her collarbone...

She writhed beneath him, fingers tightening in the sheets, body shuddering with anticipation.

Each inch of her yearned to touch him. All of him.

His lips at last enveloped her breast, searing and moist.

Her breath hitched.

”Ah—Leon...” she gasped, her legs tugging restlessly under him.

He nursed her breast soft, harder, his warm tongue dancing around her rigid nipple before drawing away with a gentle pop—to take the other with the same gnawing need. His palms wandered down her sides in languid touches, adoring her body as if she were divine.

Her legs drifted apart slightly, hips curving, instinctively searching for his caress.

She was no longer reasoning—only sensation. Needing. Overwhelmed by the way Leon caused her body to scream with joy.

And Leon? He was relishing every moment of her disintegration.

Sona’s heart was pounding, her breathing fast and ragged. A whirlwind of emotions raged through her—fear, lust, anticipation—but none of it made her want to step back. Her thoughts flew to the cold, dead nights she’d endured with the king. That empty touch. That abandonment. He’d never once instilled in her what Leon was doing to her now.

Her body had always been an obligation. Until tonight.

Leon’s kisses moved lower, lips touching her belly as he moved down. The warmth of his mouth on her skin sent her shivering. He moved up slowly again, but stopped at her breast to suck her nipple back into his mouth, sucking slowly while his other hand stroked her other breast in slow, sensual circles.

She gasped, her hands knotting in his hair, pulling him to her—neither from fear, but from the crashing joy that nearly drowned her.

”Ahhh—Leon...”

She moaned, the sound raw and sweet. She had never imagined that her body could feel this way.

Leon felt it, too. Her smooth skin, her panting moans, the way her back curled for more—it was almost too much for his arousal. His dick was already hard as stone, pushing against his robe, the pressure so damn painful with desire. He felt like he’d burst if he didn’t take her right away. But he wasn’t in a hurry. No, he wanted to make her melt, to recall every one of her touches.

He kissed his way lower, along a path down the quivering softness of her shaking belly. Every kiss was slow, like worship—tender, hot, lingering. His lips deposited invisible paths of fire upon her skin, causing her body to twist softly under him. When he found her sopping wet p.u.s.s.y again, he did not hurry.

He hovered there.

His breath heated her center as he nuzzled in, his nose against her folds before he kissed her deep and wet in that spot she was dripping from—like it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted, like he couldn’t possibly have enough of her. The feeling made her legs tremble. Her thighs spread further, giving in to him fully, craving that enjoyment again.

And Leon... he wanted it, too. He wanted to taste her, again, feel her unravel against his lips the way she had once before. His tongue darted out, lapping at the wetness of her desire, and her fingers wrapped around his hair.

Even after everything—she desired more.

But this time... for someone else.

The thrums of her previous peak still lingered weakly in her muscles, her lungs catching as she inched down from the vertiginous high. But, the vision of Leon between her legs once more, fully enthralled by her flavor, kissing her as if she was devil’s honey and sin—roused something new within her.

A need to provide.

Flushed hot, Sona violently threw her head up, finding it difficult to speak.

”W-Wait... Leon...”