Vol. 3 Ch. 94

The dim purple glow of Rosvisser’s dragon mark blended with the warm amber light from the crystal chandelier above.

Behind the translucent bed canopy, two bodies intertwined in an intimate embrace.

Rosvisser’s silver tail coiled around Leon’s body like a graceful, cunning serpent, winding and tightening, drawing him in with an undeniable allure.

Isha had been right—there truly was something different about being in a hotel compared to home.

In this quiet, secluded environment, there was no need to worry about disturbing anyone; no matter how wild things got, there would be no interruptions.

The unfamiliar setting heightened their senses, adding a layer of tension and making every touch and response more vivid and thrilling.

Rosvisser lay on her stomach, a pillow propped beneath her chest, her breath hitching at the tingling sensation as Leon’s lips trailed down to her lower back.

Her silver eyes, glazed with desire, reflected the shimmering waves of her dragon mark as they pulsed in harmony with her heartbeat.

“Leon… you bastard…”

After years of marriage, they were intimately familiar with each other’s most sensitive spots.

Her lower back was one of those places that made Rosvisser’s strength melt away, her will faltering under his touch. Just a simple caress there, and she was rendered utterly defenseless, her regal demeanor replaced with helpless surrender.

She called him a bastard, but in truth, she ached for him to continue.

Women can be such contradictions. And in the bedroom, even more so.

Leon’s knee pinned down her tail, leaving only the very tip twitching defiantly, though it was a futile resistance.

He reached out, letting his fingers glide over the dragon mark at the small of her back.

With each press of his fingers, the glow of her mark grew brighter.

“Tell me, Your Majesty… how much magic have you stored up?”

“Id… idiot, of course, it’s all full.”

“All full?”

“Obviously—”

This jerk, talking about magic storage when they were in the middle of something so intense. Still, in her foggy consciousness, Rosvisser managed a response.

“We… We planned this from the start… so of course, I stored all my magic.”

“No, my queen, I think…”

He leaned closer, pressing his body against her soft back, his breath warm against her ear.

“You’re not full enough yet.”

Realizing his implication, Rosvisser’s eyes widened slightly, her breath catching.

“What are you—hey, don’t—ah… you jerk…!”

“Well then, Your Majesty, let me… help you top it off.”

Rosvisser gripped the edge of the pillow, her face flushed as she gritted her teeth.

“Always with the dramatic… teasing lines… can’t you just—hey, stop!”

A “roar of the dragon queen” was all she managed before her words were swallowed up by the intensity of the moment.

Not that she minded. In fact, she preferred it this way.

Without a bit of roughness, she would’ve felt something was missing.

In short, it wouldn’t have been nearly as satisfying.

With a hand on her nape, Leon looked down at her, taking in the sight of her flushed face.

“Melkvey… tell me you want it a little rougher.”

“No… I won’t say it—”

Wanting it but refusing to admit it—that was Her Majesty for you.

“Say it, or… we’ll stop right here.”

“Hmph… stop if you want. I don’t care.”

“Rosvisser, come on. I want to hear the truth. You want me to go a bit harder, don’t you? You naughty little dragon.”

Physical force was one thing; verbal jabs were another.

Were it not for this moment, even a hundred versions of Leon wouldn’t dare call Rosvisser a “naughty little dragon.”

Yet, in their “marital exercises,” playful names like “naughty dragon,” “useless captive,” and “fallen queen” had become part of the charm.

In essence, *anything can be seductive*—a lesson from *The Shameless Married Life of a Certain Silver Dragon Couple*.

“Boring~ Absolutely boring,” she quipped.

Though backed up to the edge of the bed with nowhere left to retreat, the Silver Dragon Queen’s words were as unyielding as ever.

“That’s all you’ve got, Leon? Are you even up for this?”

Caught off guard by her comment, Leon froze.

“What do you mean ‘am I up for it’? Don’t you know the answer?”

Slowly, Rosvisser turned to him, wrapping her long, slender arms around his neck, her gaze sultry, lips curving into a smirk.

“Think again about what I said, you fool.”

“What else could ‘up for it’ mean… it’s clearly doubting me, isn’t it?”

Taking advantage of his momentary pause, Rosvisser eased herself up, looking into his deep, dark eyes.

After a brief stare, her gaze trailed downward, then back up to meet his.

The look in her eyes held a suggestive weight.

“Need me to spell it out? Hmm? My little lion?”

Leon’s eyes flickered.

All the way…

All the way…

Ding!

Oh~~ so *that’s* what she meant!

“Hmph, you asked for it yourself. I was only using a third of my strength just now.”

Rosvisser raised an eyebrow. “Oh? My dear, so you’re actually measuring things down to a third? You’ve calculated that precisely?”

“It’s not calculated—it’s measured. That really was only a third.”

“…”

After a moment, she understood his meaning.

Apparently, she wasn’t the only one with a mind in the gutter.

It was true what they said—sharing a bed breeds shared thoughts.

“Alright, alright. Show me what you’re truly made of.”

With a smirk, Rosvisser traced her thumb along his cheek. “Now go on, let me see, my full-powered little lion—ah!”

Of course, this jerk loved launching surprise attacks whenever she was mid-sentence.

And so, what began as playful teasing quickly turned into another intense round.

At the height of passion, neither of them cared about thirds or anything else.

As Rosvisser had thought, satisfaction was all that mattered.

The bed trembled, lights flickered.

Where their shadows overlapped, only whispers of their shared passion remained.

…

In the early hours, the couple lay entwined, savoring the warmth and softness of each other.

Rosvisser’s tail drooped loosely along the edge of the bed. Nestled in Leon’s embrace, her silver eyelashes fluttered as she closed her eyes, a rosy blush still gracing her cheeks, her expression a picture of exhaustion.

They held each other in silence, as they had come to do.

This quiet time was their moment to let the residual embarrassment slip away.

Why embarrassment?

Despite having lived together for five years, they still felt a lingering sense of taboo in their hearts about their interspecies bond—though, admittedly, the forbidden nature of it added a little spice to their married life.

At times like this, they held one another close, without any banter or prideful pretense, just feeling each other’s breath and heartbeat.

After a long while, Leon gently brushed aside her bangs and placed a light kiss on her forehead.

“You did great.”

She didn’t respond, only burrowed closer, her arms tightening around him a little more.