Supreme Spouse System.
Chapter 256: Round Two Interrupt: Enter the Vixen

Chapter 256: Round Two Interrupt: Enter the Vixen

Round Two Interrupt: Enter the Vixen

The final rays of sunlight streamed through the high, arched windows, illuminating the lavish bedroom in warm, golden light. Shadows fell long across the marble floor, but the great canopy bed in the center of the room was witness to the turmoil of passion—tangled covers, scattered garments, and the lingering scent of sex heavy in the air.

Leon and Nova were tangled in the rumpled sheets, their naked bodies wet with sweat, glimmering in the waning light. No other noise came except the heavy, irregular breathing they took, resounding distantly within the vaulted room. It was a chorus of weariness, contentment, and something more—intimacy etched into the very hush surrounding them.

Nova’s body softly shuddered under Leon’s mass, her back curving loosely with each deep breath. Her breast rose and fell in time with his, skin flushed and radiant. One of her hands, light and languid, ran along the sharp edge of his jaw as her head leaned into the crook of his shoulder. Leon was half-slumped over her, arms supported on either side of her head, golden eyes half-closed and still in the fumes of the fading pleasure.

He was still within her—his penis buried deep within her heat, quivering slightly as if not wanting to release. They were connected not only in body, but in breath, in beat, in the warmth still smoldering between them. The blended aroma of musk, slight floral perfume, and salt from their perspiration clung like incense about them, dizzying and primal.

"...That," Nova whispered finally, her words low and hoarse, lips grazing his collarbone as she exhaled, "was incredible."

Leon breathed a slow, ragged laugh, a lazy grin playing at the edge of his mouth. "I’m glad I was able to make you feel that way, my wife."

She giggled softly, her breathing halting halfway through, then she raised her chin to look at him. Her green eyes sparkled with mischievous warmth, a smile curving onto her lips. "Made me feel? You almost dissolved my bones."

"I was being gentle," he replied, the statement a low tease against her skin.

"You weren’t."

"Valid point," he agreed, the edges of his eyes creasing as another warm laugh slipped out.

Their laughter hung in the air, airy and sweet, pulling them toward each other even in their fatigue. Nova leaned forward and swept a wet piece of hair out of her face, her hand trailing over Leon’s cheek to do it. He regarded her—actually looked at her—and his chest went tight at the sight.

Her black hair spread wildly over the pillows and down her back, tousled and wet with sweat. Her cheeks were still rosy, her face shining softly in the golden dusk, and her eyes—those hard, shining green eyes—were filled with nothing but him. She was the loveliest thing he had ever laid eyes on.

You’re sexy like this," he whispered, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, his voice husked in rough affection.

Nova flashed him an angry glare, though her lips curled with a smile. "Don’t say that when I can’t even move."

"Oh?" His voice lowered still further, amusement edging along the boundaries. He moved slightly to one side, pressing his palm against the bed beside her head, his weight subtly redistributing.

She could feel it straight away—his body hardening, the warmth surging once more, the pressure within her shifting.

Her breath caught. ".Leon?"

His eyes roamed over her flush-drenched body, and he braced himself on both elbow. His voice plunged into a low come-on With a lecherous grin, he breathed softly, "So, my wifey—wanna go for a second round?

Nova’s eyes widened just as she felt it — his dick twitching inside her, slowly thickening again, twitching inside her, as if answering his own invitation.

"Leon...!" she gasped, part disbelief, part anticipation.

"Y-You’re getting hard again!?" she sputtered, voice rising in a flustered mix of shock and delight.

He only raised a brow, entirely unashamed. "Blame your body, wifey."

"You...!" she half-laughed, half-groaned, her arms wrapping themselves around his neck as she hoisted herself upwards to him, eyes aglow with mischief and heat. "Then let’s go for the second round, my husband."

Leon’s heart skipped a beat at her words, her voice velvet to his ears. A slow, deep smile tugged at his lips as he leaned in, mouth inches from hers. Their lips met in a kiss that burned slow and deep, rekindling the fire already smoldering between them. His hips shifted, prepared to move, hunger stirring up in both their bodies.

And then—

"Ahem. Cough, cough. I know you two are in the middle of something really passionate... but would you mind waiting just a minute? I have to talk."

The voice—smooth and melodic, and unmistakably playful—cut cleanly through the room like a blade through silk.

Their bodies came to a halt together.

For an eternal, breathless moment, neither Leon nor Nova said a word.

Their bodies remained entwined in the dying heat of passion, skin slick with sweat, lungs pumping with exertion. The only sounds were the hitched breathing and the faraway whisper of wind caressing the mansion’s high windows.

Then, as if pulled by an unseen thread, they both slowly turned their heads, together, towards the plush couch at the room’s far end.

There, lying back as if she owned the whole palace, lolled a woman with the sort of easy self-confidence that could freeze your blood or boil it.

She was beautiful—too beautiful. Her sharp jawline was encased by a sleek bob of jet-black hair, obsidian eyes sparkling with mischief. She had on a white crop top that hugged her curves like a second skin, with fitted black leather pants that showed little restraint. One long leg was draped over the other, her foot tapping involuntarily with amusement. She was a vision pulled directly from a bad dream.

Nova’s heart skipped a beat in her chest.

"Natasha?"

Leon’s eyes slitted. "Natasha?"

The woman lifted a dainty hand, wiggling her long fingers in a playful wave. "Yo. Don’t want to be barging in too much, my lord. and Miss Nova."

Leon’s jaw slammed shut, and before he could move, he felt two hands on his chest—fast and firm.

"Ah—!"

With a surprised grunt, he ended up on the floor by the bed in an undignified heap.

"N-Nova?"