Vol. 6 Ch. 60

Thinking back, the last time they had done it in Veyron felt like ages ago.

At the very least, for the past month, the couple had not engaged in any physical intimacy.

So the only way to make up for more than thirty days of built-up longing in a single night…

Was to perfectly combine intensity and repetition.

Of course, before officially starting, Leon and Rosvisser had a long-standing habit of beginning with the first wave of intimacy.

Thud—

Rosvisser’s head gently pressed against the wardrobe door.

Her hands cupped Leon’s face, kissing him fervently, passionately.

Leon’s hands wrapped around Rosvisser’s delicate waist—it was soft and slender, fitting perfectly in his grasp, like a sinuous, seductive serpent writhing against his palms.

Tasting each other’s breath, they kissed all the way from the living room to the bedroom.

Along the way, they knocked over quite a few bottles and trinkets, but that could be cleaned up in the morning.

Right now—

Nothing could be allowed to break their focus.

By the time they reached the bed, they both instinctively paused.

Rosvisser let out a soft breath, her flushed, alluring face tinged with anticipation.

Her arms rested loosely on Leon’s shoulders, her warm, quickened breaths brushing against his face.

Her silver eyes shimmered, gazing deeply at him.

"Do you love me?"

"What do you think?"

Rosvisser pressed forward and kissed him again before pulling back with a teasing smile.

"If you love me, then lie down on the bed."

Whoever lay down first…

Would inevitably lose all control during the first half of the lesson.

Leon wasn’t about to let her win so easily.

"Then do you love me, Rosvisser?"

Excitement flickered in Rosvisser’s gaze as she lightly pressed the softness of her chest against Leon’s firm muscles beneath his shirt.

"Lie down, and I’ll love you, Leon."

She had attached a condition to her words—but they both knew this was just part of the game.

And even though their teasing words hadn’t yet escalated into more,

Their bodies had never once separated.

They remained tightly entangled, locked in each other’s embrace.

Rosvisser’s voice trembled as she spoke, her breath ragged, clearly affected by the dragon markings flaring to life.

Leon wasn’t faring much better.

Tasting each other’s bodies—at this moment, it was like moths drawn to flame. Even if they burned, they had to reach for it.

Yet, both of them were still using the last shreds of their reason to hold back.

Because this…

This was the battle for dominance!

"Please… Leon, lie down. No matter what you ask, I’ll say yes."

Rosvisser didn’t even wait for his reply—her dragon markings pulsed, urging her instincts forward.

She kissed him again, deeper this time.

At this stage, kissing was no longer just an expression of affection.

It was the only way to quench the fire smoldering inside, to delay the moment of complete surrender just a little longer.

Leon murmured against her lips,

"Really… you’ll agree to anything?"

Rosvisser closed her eyes slightly, using every ounce of restraint left in her body to savor the teasing caress of his voice.

"Really… I promise. Even if… even if it means using my tail… it’s fine. As long as you lie down right now, Leon."

"Alright. Then grant me my first request."

"What is it? Hurry and say it."

"You lie down first."

"Go to hell, you stubborn bastard!"

The moment the words left her lips, the Queen’s Soul awakened.

Her nimble tail suddenly coiled around Leon’s ankle—

And with a sharp tug, she yanked him off balance.

Leon had no time to react before he fell backward, the sensation of weightlessness hitting him instantly.

By the time he processed what had happened—

Rosvisser had already taken the dragon rider’s seat.

She sat straddled atop Leon’s abdomen, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders, its tips grazing against his bare chest, sending shivers down his spine.

The glow of the dragon markings cast a deep violet hue over their eyes.

That light—

Was burning away the last remnants of their restraint.

Rosvisser pressed one hand against Leon’s shoulder while the other hovered near her lips.

Her silver teeth bit gently on her fingertip, as if struggling to suppress the waves of desire crashing inside her.

"Wouldn’t it be easier if you just behaved?" Her voice was sultry, her breath hot. "Why must you force me to take matters into my own hands?"

Leon smirked, challenging her.

"Is that all, Rosvisser? Surely, you don’t think this is enough to make me surrender?"

With that, he made a move to sit up.

Rosvisser didn’t stop him.

She watched as Leon sat upright—

And in the next moment, their bodies pressed flush against each other once more.

Since Rosvisser was currently sitting on top of Leon, her gaze naturally fell from above.

She lowered her silver eyes, admiring the man beneath her with satisfaction, and murmured,

"I never get tired of looking at your face."

Leon had known for a long time that dragons were suckers for good looks—ever since his time in the Silver Dragon Dungeon ten years ago.

"But… just looking at your face won’t satisfy my deeper needs, Leon."

Leon quietly slid his hand onto Rosvisser’s thigh, fingers brushing against her delicate skin as they slowly crept beneath her skirt.

"Then what else do you wa—tsk! What… what are you doing?"

"……"

Rosvisser chuckled seductively, lifting her hand to gently grasp Leon’s wrist, pulling his wandering fingers away from her leg and up to her waist.

Beneath his palm, Leon distinctly felt something slithering and coiling at the base of her spine.

At some point, her flexible silver tail had slipped down between them—

And now, it was teasingly stroking against his already very eager reaction.

From Leon’s perspective, the sensation was incredibly strange.

As a pure-blooded human, no matter how long he had been with Rosvisser, he still hadn’t completely adjusted to the existence of her tail—

Or what it was capable of.

Take right now, for example.

He could clearly see her hands and legs in front of him, so in his subconscious mind, she shouldn’t have any other limbs available to reach that place.

And yet—

The sharp contrast between what he saw and what he felt sent his brain into a momentary disarray.

It was like being blindfolded and having one’s ears plugged—stripping away sight and sound, leaving one’s body at the mercy of unknown touches.

Arousing.

Unnerving.

Electrifying—laced with just a hint of dangerous mystery.

And Rosvisser could see it.

She could see Leon savoring every bit of the experience.

Smirking, she straightened her back, puffing out her ample chest with a victorious glint in her eyes.

"Do you like it?"

Leon remained silent, unsure how to respond.

"Not answering means you do?"

Rosvisser had him right where she wanted him.

Leaning down, she whispered into his ear, her breath warm and sweet,

"If you don’t like it… I’ll stop immediately~"

"……"

His body twitched.

It was a clear answer.

Rosvisser chuckled, biting down lightly on the burning-hot tip of his ear.

"Say it. Say you like my tail. Or else, I’ll pull it away."

"I… I like your tail."

"Well, of course you do! Just admit it like a man!"

"That’s more like it, hubby~"

The moment she uttered those words, Rosvisser could feel the way Leon responded—leaning into her touch just a little more, surrendering just a little deeper.

"Oh? It’s been ten years since we got married, and you’re still this sensitive to being called that?"

If that was the case—

"Hubby~ do you like it when I call you hubby? Hmm?"

That trick again.

Leon wasn’t about to fall for the same move twice.

Lifting his head, he locked eyes with her, his dark gaze tracing the exquisite curve of her jawline—an absolute masterpiece of a face.

"What? Why are you looking at me like tha—ah~!"

A soft moan slipped from Rosvisser’s lips as Leon suddenly grabbed the base of her tail.

Her body immediately weakened, collapsing onto his shoulder.

"Dear wife, did you think you were the only one who knew how to use your hands?"

"Tch, since you’re already saying that…"

Rosvisser lifted her head slowly.

The flames of desire in her dragon-like pupils were no longer concealed.

She kissed him deeply, pressing him down beneath her.

Embracing.

Kissing.

Passion boiling over—leading to the most natural outcome.

Rosvisser’s dragon eyes sharpened.

Her tail curled upward.

That familiar sensation coursed through her body, spreading from her lower abdomen to every nerve—utterly intoxicating.

With each rhythmic motion, the couple climbed higher, closer to that unspoken peak.

It was painful—Rosvisser’s brows knit together, a sensation raging inside her, like energy trapped with nowhere to go.

Leon, meanwhile, was focused solely on breaking that final barrier for her.

Together, in perfect harmony, their bodies moved in unison.

And finally—

At the moment of release, Rosvisser’s tensed brows relaxed, her entire body melting into blissful exhaustion.

Her thighs trembled slightly.

And from between her soft, flushed legs, the evidence of their passion trickled down—staining the sheets, marking the night with the scent of heated desire.