Chapter 105: Wife, You Smell So Good ( Part 2 )
“I have an obsession with your entire body, Your Majesty.”
“Go die, you perv! So oily!”
Do married men get more shameless and thick-skinned over time?
That dog of a man… still hasn’t figured out his place. How dare he talk to the Queen like that! Roseweisse brooded inwardly, then let her skirt fall back down, lying back in bed under the covers. “I’ll deal with you another day. Go to sleep.”
“Oh? You still dare sleep in the same bed with me now?”
Rossweisse blinked, not understanding why Leon was asking that. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“You said earlier that the Dragon Marks would react more easily now. So what if I accidentally brush against your hand, and you suddenly feel the urge to… you know, attack me?”
Rossweisse rolled her eyes dramatically at the ceiling. “Don’t flatter yourself, idiot. Even if you hold my hand all night long, I wouldn’t have any thoughts about you.”
“Alright then, since you insist, I’ll reluctantly continue sleeping with you,” Leon said, feigning reluctance.
“If you don’t want to ‘reluctantly’ sleep here, you can always sleep in the courtyard. No one’s stopping you.”
Leon grinned, walked around to the other side of the bed, changed into his pajamas, and crawled under the covers.
Then, beneath the blanket, he took hold of Rossweisses’ hand.
He found her hand beneath the covers with such precision, either because the Queen deliberately placed it there for him, or because the General had become incredibly skilled at this over time.
Once their hands clasped together, the couple naturally intertwined their fingers.
Leon paused for a moment, then commented, “It doesn’t feel… particularly special. How about you?”
“I feel nothing either. I feel like sleeping.”
“Heh, a year of living together and you already feel nothing, huh?”
Rossweisse glanced at him sideways. “There are only two kinds of people who can sleep together without feeling anything.”
Leon turned to look at her. “Oh? What two kinds?”
“Pure friendship and old married couples.”
“Oh wow, Your Majesty, you’re making me blush! Three years of marriage and we’re already an old couple?” Leon teased dramatically.
“Idiot, I meant pure friendship.”
“Whatever you say—”
Their banter abruptly ended.
Leon felt as if his heart skipped a beat.
And after that skipped beat, his breathing began to quicken, his body temperature rising steadily.
He noticed Rossweisse’ fingers twitching slightly in his grasp, which meant she was feeling the same thing.
Their hands had suddenly become incredibly sensitive. The simple act of holding hands was now flooding their minds with all kinds of suggestive thoughts.
Rossweisse had always loved the feeling of Leon’s hand caressing her, and now, that feeling was being magnified in her mind, affecting her senses just through sheer imagination.
She clenched the bedsheets with her other hand, desperately trying to suppress the agitation in her body. “Leon… Leon…”
“Don’t say my name…”
Whenever they reached the height of pleasure together, Rossweisse couldn’t help but call out Leon’s name. But this time, she just wanted to say his name casually. Yet, when those two simple syllables left her lips, they sounded so…
So seductive.
“It’s not… Leon, I feel like… something’s off.”
Leon glanced at her and said, “What’s wrong, Dragons . Weren’t you just saying we could hold hands all night without any problem?”
Lothswys licked her dry lips and tried to pull her hand free.
But Leon’s large palm held hers firmly, and the sensation felt so good…
She didn’t have to do anything—just having him hold her hand gave her an exquisite sense of pleasure.
Though they were treading dangerously close to losing control, the feeling was simply too intoxicating.
So, after a brief internal struggle, Rossweisse gave up.
Leon was feeling the same surge of emotion.
“Hey, dragons… do you… do you smell that?”
“Smell what?”
“You smell so good…”
“What?”
Leon shifted beside her, his body moving closer as he wrapped his arms around her waist beneath the covers.
“Roseweisse, you smell amazing.”
…
The experience brought by the double dragon marks completely shattered their sanity.
No matter what method or position they used, it couldn’t satisfy their desire for each other.
Once wasn’t enough.
Twice wasn’t enough.
Three times wasn’t enough.
More…
They needed more.
Even if the sheets were soaked through, even if the sky was beginning to lighten, even if their bodies were utterly exhausted…
They still needed to go one more time.
Rather than calling them dragon marks, it was more like a drug, an addictive poison.
Once touched by it, they couldn’t stop.
Rosweisses closed her eyes, her mouth slightly open, but no sound came out.
She didn’t have the strength left; her body had already succumbed to extreme fatigue two hours ago.
Yet she continued to accept Leon, constantly draining her Dragon Queen body to match every assault of the dragon slayer.
Another round of fallen ecstasy, and the couple had lost count of how many times it had been.
A feeling of swelling came over her, and Roseweisses clenched her legs, lying on her side, her body trembling uncontrollably.
“Leon… I’m so tired.”
Leon lay in front of her, reaching out to gently smooth the strands of hair dampened with her fragrant sweat.
“Let’s stop here, Roseweisses… this is too much.”
Roseweisses smiled weakly, “You said that three hours ago, but the moment I touched you, you… pounced on me.”
Leon also gave a bitter smile, “Then don’t touch me.”
Exhaustion washed over the queen, and she gave a soft laugh, resting her forehead lightly on Leon’s broad shoulder, finding a sense of security after her weariness.
“How can I not touch you, idiot?”
