Vol. 3 Ch. 69

Rosvisser’s wrists were pinned above her head, held firmly against the headboard by Leon. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, leaving her entirely at his mercy in this vulnerable position.

But instead of struggling, Rosvisser remained calm and collected, a teasing glint in her eye as she asked softly, “It’s nearly dinnertime… Aren’t you worried a maid might come knocking for us?”

Of course, she had already instructed Milan that neither she nor Leon would be attending dinner tonight. There was no risk of interruption, even if they decided to skip the pleasantries and get straight to “work.”

But Rosvisser couldn’t resist teasing Leon. Flirting a bit before the “real deal” was always fun, wasn’t it?

If he backed down, she’d get to mock him mercilessly for shying away from a golden opportunity. But if he pressed on, he’d have to do so under the imaginary pressure of potentially being “caught” by the maids—like cramming all your holiday homework into the last day of vacation.

Yet, as always, Leon’s response was one she hadn’t quite anticipated.

He leaned in close, gazing deeply into her silver eyes, his expression calm as he replied, “If they come, so be it. Didn’t they suspect we were in some sort of ‘cool-off’ phase? Perfect chance to show them just how… fired up we actually are.”

With that, he brushed his lips against the corner of her mouth, catching a glimpse of the sly smile playing on her lips.

“What are you smiling at?” he murmured, gripping her chin with a hint of impatience.

Naturally, the impatience was all for show—he knew full well Rosvisser liked things this way.

If he were to dote on her gently, considering her every feeling, it would only kill her interest. The wildness of dragonkind was embedded in her very blood, and a “tame” approach didn’t suit her at all.

What she craved was raw, wild intimacy—ever since the days when they had been true enemies, locked in a fierce rivalry. That antagonism had paved the way for the unique “married life” they now shared.

No matter how much they bickered, both knew exactly what the other wanted.

“I’m smiling at you, you idiot.”

“Smiling at me?” he scoffed, pushing down harder on her wrists as he smirked. “Take a look at your current situation, dragoness—”

“Ouch… Mmm…” She let out a soft sound of pain, but her smile remained unfazed.

“Pinned beneath me and still laughing?”

Her sultry gaze never wavered as she leaned in, her breath warm against his cheek.

“Then go on… do what you want to me. Stop stalling already—unless you’re just…” Rosvisser’s eyes narrowed in amusement, “…buying time?”

“Buying time?”

“Yes. The sun hasn’t fully set yet, so technically, it isn’t night. So you’re too scared to do anything.”

Rosvisser chuckled, her tone mocking. “You’re the kind who only dares to act after nightfall—ah!”

The Queen’s taunt worked all too well, spurring Leon into action.

He held her wrists firmly while also pressing his knee lightly against her tail, effectively immobilizing her.

At this point, her only “weapon” was her sharp tongue.

But Leon was more than prepared for that.

“Oh, dragoness, if you think that’ll scare me off…” He cut her off with a fierce kiss, silencing any further protest.

Rosvisser’s plan had worked perfectly.

Feigning a few token struggles, she felt a wave of satisfaction at the fierceness of his kiss—the way he bit down on her lips, overcame her defenses, and claimed her mouth completely.

In this moment, her entire world consisted of Leon. His breath, his warmth, his touch…

When the kiss finally broke, Rosvisser’s face was flushed, her silver hair clinging to her cheeks, damp with a light sheen of sweat.

She gave a breathy laugh. “Didn’t feel a thing.”

“Oh? Then maybe we need a change of scenery,” he said with a smirk.

“Wait—hey, where are you taking me?!”

She began to panic as he scooped her up.

*Changing locations mid-way wasn’t part of the plan!*

Where on earth was this mangy man planning to take her? The bathroom? The kitchen? The living room?

They’d tried all those spots plenty of times, though. Every option had its charm, but they always found that the bed was best—it was a classic for a reason.

Just as her thoughts started to wander, a blinding light pulled her back.

Raising her hand to shield her eyes, she realized Leon had brought her out onto the balcony.

She looked out, seeing the blood-red sun hanging low on the horizon.

“Leon, you—”

Before she could finish, he pressed her down onto the small table, trapping her against it.

“Didn’t you just say I wouldn’t dare to do anything before sunset?” he murmured, gripping her chin and forcing her gaze toward the fiery sky.

“Then watch carefully, because until the sun is gone… I’m not letting you go.”

The battle began, the heat between them stoked into a blazing fire.

The table legs creaked against the floor, and the tea cups clinked together.

Rosvisser’s legs, long and lithe, were slightly uncomfortable in this position, the table just low enough that she had to arch her back a little.

But perhaps, in certain situations, a bit of discomfort wasn’t such a bad thing.

Besides, it had been a long time since she’d done something this bold with Leon. The novelty thrilled her, making her even more eager than usual.

With her silver hair fanning out across the table, Rosvisser’s eyes reflected the crimson of the setting sun. Leon held her firmly, forcing her to gaze into the distance.

The firmness of his grip and the untamed passion of the moment overwhelmed her senses.

The golden light cast a warm glow on her sweat-dappled face, the cool evening breeze slipping through her collar.

As the table trembled beneath them, Rosvisser felt her control slipping, surrendering entirely to this primal, consuming desire.

Her long lashes quivered as she watched the sun dip lower and lower, disappearing beneath the horizon.

And, true to his word, Leon only “let her go” the moment the last sliver of sunlight vanished from her view.

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“I’ll need to buy a new table,” she muttered afterward.

“Why? This one’s still usable.”

“Unless you want me to be reminded of *that* scene every time I have tea.”

“Fine, we’ll replace it,” she chuckled, giving him a playful glare. “We’re here, having a go at it while watching the sunset… How utterly uncivilized!”

“Oh, and that’s suddenly a problem? It wasn’t ‘uncivilized’ enough when you were pulling me close?”

“Actions can be civilized too.”

“Oh, really? Which actions?”

“Civilized *beastly* ones,” she replied, exasperated, and shut her eyes, ignoring him.

A few minutes passed, and then Leon spoke up. “Hey.”

“What?”

“I’m hungry.”

“Then go eat.”

“But we missed dinner.”

“So? It’s not like I stopped you from eating.”

At that, Rosvisser froze, remembering she’d told Milan herself that she and Leon wouldn’t be having dinner.

Oh well. Leon didn’t know that, after all.

With a contented sigh, Leon lay back, staring at the ceiling. “I have a dream,” he mused aloud.

Rosvisser said nothing, knowing full well he was about to spout nonsense.

“One day, before I die, I’ll get to eat a late-night snack prepared by the Silver Dragon Queen herself. Then, I’ll have no regrets.”

“Well, this Silver Dragon Queen suggests you go die then, dear.”

“I want fried rice.”

“I didn’t say I’d cook for you! And now you’re ordering?”

“Oh, and add some diced ham.”

“Hey…”

“Some shredded pork would be nice too.”

“I’m a queen, not a maid.”

“Wife.”

“...Fine, I’ll make it. But if you don’t eat every bite, I’ll turn you into minced meat.”

Rosvisser dragged herself out of bed, her tired body protesting, and made her way to the kitchen.

She tied on an apron and began preparing the ingredients.

As she was chopping the ham, she sensed a presence beside her. Glancing over, she saw Leon had donned an apron himself, busy slicing pork.

She couldn’t help but smile at him, saying nothing as they worked side by side.

Night had fallen, and the warm light of the kitchen felt cozy, as husband and wife prepared a quiet late-night meal together, shoulder to shoulder.