Chapter 1146: Guilty Rest
It had been altogether far too long for Leon’s liking since he’d last lain in his own bed. Despite everything that needed to be done, Elise made her desires known almost as soon as Leon stepped through the Lumenite gateway, and he couldn’t help but move to fulfill them. He’d left Carver with the Jaguar to work on integrating the Iron Order warriors with the rest of the valley’s defenders, and Leon took his wives back to the portable villa on the nine-peaked mountain. He, Valeria, and Maia had had some fun while away, though, so the two of them had decided to let Elise and Cassandra have some alone time, and chose instead to take some time to themselves.
Several hours later, Leon found himself feeling exhausted and tempted to get some sleep, and it was only Elise in his arms keeping him awake. Though they had just worn themselves out indulging in the other’s body, she still traced the lines of his muscles with her finger, while her lips lightly brushed against his neck and chest.
For his part, Leon’s hands were roaming almost of their own accord, and Elise reveled in his touch. As his hands brushed over her ass, she flexed her legs and said, “Keep going like that and I’ll be taking you this time…” She already had a leg over his waist, Leon knew it wouldn’t be hard for her to mount up, so to speak.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he responded. Elise had been both the first and last of his wives that he’d taken, and every time he had, he’d practically pinned her to the bed. If she wanted to go again with a more active role, he’d hardly complain.
Elise redirected her attention to his face, giving him several feather-light kisses before pulling away and making a face of disgust. “You need to shave.”
Leon snorted in amusement. He hadn’t been that diligent in shaving during his few weeks away, and he’d sprouted a rather thick beard in that time.
“Let him keep it,” Cassandra said from a nearby chair, not a stitch of clothing on her, an open book in her hands—an adventure-romance novel, if Leon guessed correctly. “It looks good on him.”
“It's rough,” Elise retorted. “I don’t like it rubbing on my cheeks. Or other places.”
Leon immediately began nuzzling her, rubbing his cheeks on hers, and she began playfully writhing in his arms, trying to get away.