CHAPTER 322: NIGHT WITH NAUGHTY PRINCESS

He laid her down with him, the bed giving under their weight. Not too small, not overly wide—just enough for the two of them. He drew Lira against his chest, their mouths locking in a kiss that went deep and slow, unhurried enough to linger in the bones.

His hands roamed her body, tracing her curves with a touch that stayed sure, never rough. Each slow pass coaxed a sound from her throat—soft, almost breaking.

"Mmm... mmm..." The tiny noises slipped between their kisses. Her breath kept catching, her voice shaking with each surge of pleasure, like his touch was waking every nerve in her skin.

Her body answered before her mind had a chance to think. Heat gathered low, spreading fast, molten. His scent filled her lungs. His warmth sank into her skin. And his presence—solid, unshakable—closed in until there was room for nothing else.

It wasn’t only that quiet, steady aura he carried, or the pull of charm that seemed to be part of him. It was the way her pulse spiked for him. How every touch felt carved out for her alone.

And Leon—he was just as caught. Lira’s flawless, tempting body didn’t only draw him—it pulled, hooked deep, stirred something primal. Her soft, clean scent brushed a faint memory of Sona across his mind, enough to quicken his heart. But thinking of another woman now felt wrong. This was Lira’s moment. Theirs. So he let everything else go. No noise. No thought. Just her. He allowed his hands to move down over her thighs, running up the rise of her waist, until he cupped his hands around her breasts beneath her clothing. Simultaneously, he deepened the kiss, allowing his lips to run down over her neck.

"You... are so hot... my beautiful Princess," he breathed, his voice low and rough. He pulled back just far enough to sit up on his knees, shrugging the robe from his shoulders.

In the dim light, his chest came into view — bare, warm, the definition of strength and temptation.

Lira’s hands rose immediately, gliding over the heat of him. Her fingertips trembled, but her touch stayed sure, hungry. Still, she couldn’t move the way she wanted.

Leon caught it instantly. Without pause, he gripped her waist, rolled onto his back, and brought her with him in one smooth motion.

Now she straddled his hips, thighs braced to either side, her body pressed against his.

The hard shape of his dick pushed up against her ass, the fabric between them a thin, useless barrier. She looked down at him with a sly smile, her eyes glinting.

"I like this position... You’re so hot too, darling."

Her voice dripped with heat. She leaned forward, sliding her hands over his chest, hips rolling in a slow, deliberate tease.

Leon didn’t answer — just let her have control.

She bent lower, her mouth brushing over his skin. Her tongue left wet trails down his torso, from collarbone to hard stomach.

"I’ll mark you with my scent. Tonight, you’re mine," she told him, her eyes locked on his as her lips kept moving.

Still straddling him, she began to strip — slow, meant to tease. The blue-lined shirt came off first, tossed aside. Then her black bra, unhooked and flung into his face with a wicked grin.

He caught it between his teeth, biting down in mock challenge, before sliding his hands up to take her breasts in his palms — full, warm, heavy, her nipples already hard.

She covered his hands with her own, pressing them more firmly into the soft swell of her braest.

"Do you like them?"

Leon saw it—the flicker of doubt in her eyes, the quiet insecurity she tried to hide. He knew what sat in her mind: other women—Tsubaki, Aria, Cynthia, even Nova—had more generous Breasts. Her mother, too.

But Leon didn’t waver. He met her gaze, steady, and gave her tits a firmer squeeze. "They’re perfect," he said simply. "And I love them."

She leaned into his hands, pressing harder. "You can have them as much as you want," she whispered, breathless. "They’re yours. Only yours."

Leon rotated their bodies again, gently guiding himself back on top of her. His mouth dipped low, lips wrapping around her delicious breast, sucking eagerly on her pink nipple. He played with her tits for several long, indulgent minutes, worshipping every inch of them, before trailing kisses lower and lower, down her stomach, toward the heat between her thighs.

"Let’s see what we have here," he murmured, voice thick with desire.

When his fingers hooked at the waistband of her pants, Lira tensed. Embarrassed, she tried to speak up, even though her body wanted it—needed it.

"Leon, wait! I... I’ll do it myself... If you do it, I’ll get a little embarrassed..."

He smiled at her—amused, affectionate. "Why should you be embarrassed?" he said, pressing a kiss to her belly. "You’re already mine. So don’t worry."

And without another word, he slid her pants and black panties down in one smooth, practiced motion.

What met his eyes made him grin—a pleasant, intimate surprise. His gaze lit with genuine delight. "Oh... it’s soft pink and twitching... and there’s a cute mole just above your pussy too." His voice dropped to a near-reverent whisper. "How lovely. I love it. It’s perfect. No—more than perfect."

"Really...? You like it?" Lira’s voice was small, shy, her cheeks flushed.

Leon didn’t waste breath on an answer. He bent down and kissed her—right on her wet, swollen clit.

"Ah!! Wait—Not—Ohhh... Just... Mmmmm... Ahhh... Yes... Right there... So good..." Lira gasped, moans tumbling from her lips as her whole body arched. Her silver-white hair spilled around her—soft, faintly musky, intoxicating.

Leon’s tongue worked her, licking and sucking at her delicious pussy while she clung to him, fingers tangled in his hair. Her moans climbed higher, messier. She was dripping for him now, her juices flowing freely.

He didn’t let a drop go—drinking from her like she was the sweetest nectar he’d ever known. Her body was a wonderland and he explored every corner with his tongue, slow but thorough.

"Mmm... Uhh... Darling... I feel it... Your tongue... inside me... soft and pleasurable...Ahhhhhh!!"

He dove in harder. His tongue lapped her folds with expert rhythm—deep, slow, precise.

"Aaah!"

Her back arched violently, moans spilling from her lips.

Slrrrp... slrp... hnnn...

He licked. He sucked. He tasted her. He worshipped her.

Her hips moved on instinct, grinding against his mouth, chasing that high. Her hands clutched at the bed sheet like she was holding on for dear life.

"Aah—! I can’t—something’s... happening—"