PAID

Rosvisser’s wrists were pinned above her head, held firmly against the headboard by Leon. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, leaving her entirely at his mercy in this vulnerable position.

But instead of struggling, Rosvisser remained calm and collected, a teasing glint in her eye as she asked softly, “It’s nearly dinnertime… Aren’t you worried a maid might come knocking for us?”@@novelbin@@

Of course, she had already instructed Milan that neither she nor Leon would be attending dinner tonight. There was no risk of interruption, even if they decided to skip the pleasantries and get straight to “work.”

But Rosvisser couldn’t resist teasing Leon. Flirting a bit before the “real deal” was always fun, wasn’t it?

If he backed down, she’d get to mock him mercilessly for shying away from a golden opportunity. But if he pressed on, he’d have to do so under the imaginary pressure of potentially being “caught” by the maids—like cramming all your holiday homework into the last day of vacation.

Yet, as always, Leon’s response was one she hadn’t quite anticipated.

He leaned in close, gazing deeply into her silver eyes, his expression calm as he replied, “If they come, so be it. Didn’t they suspect we were in some sort of ‘cool-off’ phase? Perfect chance to show them just how… fired up we actually are.”

With that, he brushed his lips against the corner of her mouth, catching a glimpse of the sly smile playing on her lips.

“What are you smiling at?” he murmured, gripping her chin with a hint of impatience.

Naturally, the impatience was all for show—he knew full well Rosvisser liked things this way.

If he were to dote on her gently, considering her every feeling, it would only kill her interest. The wildness of dragonkind was embedded in her very blood, and a “tame” approach didn’t suit her at all.

What she craved was raw, wild intimacy—ever since the days when they had been true enemies, locked in a fierce rivalry. That antagonism had paved the way for the unique “married life” they now shared.