Chapter 209: No!
Riven was just about to grab a cool towel when a hand shot out and wrapped around his wrist with surprising strength.
He froze.
Leon’s grip was firm—too firm for someone who’d been whining about melting just moments ago. Riven turned, startled, but before he could say anything, Leon gave a sharp tug.
Riven stumbled forward, completely unprepared, and ended up landing chest-first onto the prince sprawled on the bed. His hands barely caught the edge of the mattress, stopping him from completely crushing Leon, but it was close.
"Leon—" he started, flustered, trying to push up and away. But Leon didn’t give him the chance.
Without a word, without a warning, Leon reached up, cupped the back of Riven’s neck, and pulled him down.
And then he kissed him.
Hard.
Riven’s mind blanked. For a second, he didn’t even know where he was. The heat from Leon’s mouth, the desperation in the way his lips moved—it short-circuited everything. There was nothing delicate or careful about it. It was raw and hungry, like Leon had been holding himself back for far too long and finally broke through whatever wall had kept him restrained.
His tongue kept trying to barge in, trying to taste him. And Riven, he could taste the wine Leon drank on his behalf, the thing that started it all. He tried to move back, and get off of Leon.
Riven tried to think and be rational. Tried to move. But Leon’s other arm had wrapped around his waist, locking him in place, pulling him even closer. Their bodies pressed together—Leon’s warmth soaking through his clothes, his heart pounding fast enough for Riven to feel it.