Supreme Spouse System.-Chapter 233: No Rest Between Us

No Rest Between Us

Heaved for breath in his chest as the flames within him cooled, a shocked laugh escaping weakly before he fell hard against her with a bruising thump, the weight of him solid and sure.

Fwhmp.

The heat of his body covered her, slowing the ragged beat of her heart. She giggled softly beneath him, breath unsteady, heartbeat pulsating softly against his own—a gentle harmony of two souls bound.

Then, with painstaking slowness, he shifted—never removing his cock from her pussy. Turning her face to greet him, their eyes held in wordless reverence, a wordless intimacy beyond words.

Then, with painstaking slowness, he shifted—his cock never withdrawing from her pussy. She moaned softly, bombarded by the sensitivity, while Leon groaned low in reply.

Turning her face to greet him, their eyes held in wordless reverence, a wordless intimacy beyond words.

His cock, flaccid but still lying against the wet folds of her, remained pressed in between her gentle folds—a mute reminder of the union they’d just consummated.

He tightened his grip on her, arms encircling her as he buried his face into the crook of her neck, not wanting to lose the precious moment, relishing the sweet smell of her skin and the subtle thrum against his lips.

"Look at me, Sona," he murmured huskily, voice thick with emotion. "You’re mine... every part of you."

Her breath hitched, eyes fluttering as his words sank deep.

"...You ruined me," she whispered drowsily, voice thick with exhaustion, lashes fluttering over flushed cheeks, heart pounding with a delicious ache of surrender and belonging.

"...Good," he whispered against her skin, his mouth tracing lazy paths across her collarbone. His mouth curved into a lazy, content smile as he spoke with a possessiveness tinged with love, "You were always mine to ruin."

His words settled between them like a smoldering ember, burning into her breast and curling around her heart. A small shiver ran through her—not from chill, but from the stillness of what they’d just done.

They did not move, hung suspended in that fragile silence. His body was over hers, warm and heavy, skin against skin, inch for inch slick with mutual sweat and the residue of their lust. The weight of him did not crush—it centered her, anchored her to this impossible time, kept her together.

Their breathing slowed together, gentle exhales fluttering against each other’s wet skin. Lashes danced against her cheeks as she exhaled a delicate breath. Deep within her, she could still feel the resonance of him—his presence, heavy and close, the final shocks of pleasure still coursing through her like ripples on water.

But still, her mind would not rest. Her thoughts wandered, untethered—shimmering, heavy, littered with shock and awe. Were they truly here? After so many years of stolen looks, unexpressed yearning, restraint wracking. this was not a dream. It was reality. And it left her gasping.

Her muscles relaxed, her limbs sinking into the bed, when something moved.

Her eyes snapped open.

".Ah—" A noise escaped her mouth, indeterminate and raw.

She felt him. It. Again.

His cock—even as he remained inside her—was lengthening, thickening, throbbing with unpossible hunger. Hard. Once more.

Her breathing froze, lips open in shocked disbelief. Her inner walls, sore and fluttering from their previous climax, shuddered at the returning pressure. Her voice cracked on a whisper, delicate and uncertain.

"Leon... your... your cock..."

He didn’t budge. His head rested in the hollow of her neck, his breath hot on her wet skin. One of his arms was still under her, the other draped loosely around her waist, like he was holding her delicate and tenderly in his hands and wouldn’t let go.

Then there was the noise—a deep, rasping hum thrumming through his throat. Sloppy. Deadly.

"...Mmm?"

"You’re hard again..." she breathed, voice trembling, almost accusing—as though he’d betrayed her with his body’s impossible persistence.

That’s when she felt the shift. A curve at the corner of his mouth. His lips curled, pressing a wicked smile against her skin.

Then his eyes opened. Gleaming. Golden. Lit with mischief and unspoken need, that wild glint that always made her breath stutter.

His tone lowered, a teasing growl that caressed her nerves like silk encased in fire.

"So what?"

Her body jerked. A gasp ripped from her lips as her stomach tightened. She wasn’t prepared. And yet, her core pulsed treacherously, as if it had been expecting more.

Her lips formed words but none came out at first. She blinked up at him, stunned, not knowing whether to rebuke or yield. "Leon..." she finally whispered, gasping for breath, "we just... that was..."

He leaned up over her gradually, his forearms supporting his weight beside her head. His skin glinted in the dim light, his muscles tense, his chest rising and falling with quiet, seething hunger. His body still lodged in hers, her legs wide apart under him, her hips caught by the resumed pressure of his length within her.

His eyes fixed on hers, a maelstrom of fire in molten gold.

"You actually believe," he spoke low, each phrase like flame on her mouth, "all those years of silence, distance... all that pain we’d buried so long... could be alleviated in one instance?"

Her heart skipped a beat.

Her lips parted, but his words pierced deep—into her chest, her belly, her bones.

"The night is young, my queen," he whispered menacingly. "And I’m not finished with you yet."

Her breath caught.

Arousal boiled in her like a second tempest, overwhelming reason. Her flesh shook, trapped between the specter of fatigue and the fresh hunger unfolding beneath her skin. She longed to object, to plead for a moment’s respite—but the words melted away before they touched her lips. A glimmer of resistance threaded her face, but beneath it, hunger curled—restless and raw.

Her thighs clamped together instinctively, the warmth between them throbbing with desire. Even as a whisper within begged for respite, her body betrayed her, rising subtly toward him, yearning for more.

"Leon, I... I have to—" she started, her voice reed-thin, breathless.

"No buts," he interrupted.

Before she could even blink, his hands slipped under her thighs and spread them apart with strong, confident ease. He was moving with the kind of intent that only a man long hungry for it could muster—needy not only for pleasure, but for anything she had been withholding from him for so many years.

And then—he drove back into her.

Her wail burst out, a futile, shrill cry, her spine curving tightly as he entered her anew. The feeling struck her like a blow—his cock driving hard, his swollen, slick walls parting slowly with measured strength. Her fists grabbed the sheets, the beat of his hips slow and brutal, each thrust a taking back of all they’d been deprived of.

He made love to her slowly. Slowly deep. Each thrust was sensual agony, pushing into her center as if he wanted to imprint himself on her.

"You wanted to rest?" he whispered, lips against her cheek as he shifted. "Too bad. I want you to feel everything you were never allowed to feel.

Her moan replied to him, delicate and shattered, her flesh shaking beneath him. She was already over-sensitised, still trembling with the aftershocks of their initial orgasmic release, and now he was setting her nerves on fire all over again. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

He pulled out laboriously, then shoved back in, the wet slap of their coupling ringing between them. Her muscles contracted futilely around him, and his jaw wrenched with the pleasure.

The rhythm he established was ruthlessly slow—measured, deep, unrelenting. He was familiar with her body by now. Familiar with each point that made her catch her breath, each movement of his hips that coaxed that soft mewling cry from her lips. His cock glided along her inner walls with maddening accuracy, and her legs wrapped round his waist without her even knowing it, holding him in deeper.

"You’re so fucking tight," he snarled against her ear. "Still shaking around, me. Gods, I’ll never tire of you."

She couldn’t talk. Her head reeled, her body aflame. Her hands crept up his back, nails scraping lightly over wet skin, needing to cling to something—anything—as he moved within her as if he possessed every inch of her.

Their rhythm intensified, their smooth bodies rising and falling in sync. The faint creak of the bed was added to the symphony of panting gasps, the slapping sound of wet skin against skin, and the rustling of twisted sheets below them. The room was no longer chilly—every square inch now burned with mutual warmth.

Her screams were in fragmented syllables—his name, breathy and broken—while her hips rose to him, hungry for another of that crazy friction.

Leon kissed her neck, collarbone, shuddering lips, never ceasing his movement. He saw her dissolve into pieces again under him, face flushed, lips open in ecstasy, and it only drove him more. His desire wasn’t physical—it was deep, bone-deep hunger to claim her, to own, to make her remember that no one had ever touched her this way.

Time disintegrated.

The hours ran together, the boundaries of night blurring with each climax they shared. Her legs shook, her voice cracked, her moans shattered into whimpers—but she never told him to stop.

Their bodies performed with primitive dedication, as if unraveling all those years they had been apart.

The room was heavy with the smell of sex and sweat, of hushed love and carnal longing finally let out. The windows misted, the bed was a crumpled heap of tangled sheets and wet skin, and neither of them gave a damn.

And somewhere during that endless, fevered night, two souls—long separated—were reborn in the slow heat of delight and the insistent caress of yearning finally unfettered. They found themselves lost in one another, two souls entwined and burning, bound by desire and love, allowing the night to bear them to dawn’s breaking light.

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