Supreme Spouse System.-Chapter 107: Rain, Silk, Desire [Part-2]

Rain, Silk, Desire [Part-2]

"Yo, sweetheart," she drawled, eyes flashing with that telltale spark as they swept over him from top to bottom. "Hope we’re not interrupting anything..."

Leon gazed at them for a moment. Then a low, lazy laughter welled up in his chest.

"My lovelies..." he whispered, voice full of warmth and need, eyes raking over them with wonder and want. "How could you ever interrupt me?"

Syra moved forward, her fingers lightly closing over Kyra’s. "Then... may we come in?"

Leon didn’t respond—only smiled and stepped aside, waving them in with an arm.

They stepped across the line, and Leon pushed the door closed behind them, softly.

The room’s warmth enveloped them like a soft hug.

The twins edged towards the bed—Syra’s hips swinging slowly, purposefully; Kyra’s movements light, as if made of air. Bare feet whispered softly on the boards.

They sat at the bedside, their nightgowns pooling around their feet like spilled silk.

Leon stood a few paces distant, towel stuck to his waist, observing with soft, inquiring eyes.

Syra gestured towards the space between them. Her eyes danced.

Syra stroked the vacant space between them, her eyes glinting with teasing invitation. "Well?" she whispered, voice husky and warm. "Stand there like a statue all night—or step over and warm up?"

Leon smiled low in his throat, smoothing a sodden lock of hair back from his face. "At my beauties’ command," he said, taking a gracious step towards the bed.

The sisters both smiled, their cheeks flushed a tender rosy color. Leon felt the tenuous strain in the atmosphere but said nothing, allowing the moment to speak for itself.

He positioned himself between them, his hand reaching out to find their waists, one on either side. The silk of their gowns was cool against his hand, but the heat of their flesh seemed unmistakable.

His smooth skin—washboard and muscular—pressed lightly against their softness. Their bodies inclined toward him as if drawn by a magnet. His hands tensed just a little, pulling them in close.

Leon laughed again, his eyes darting between the two. "You all had ideas to sleep separately, so my beauties... what are you doing here?"

Leon’s smile grew; eyes glinting with playfulness. "Or perhaps," she taunted, "you two couldn’t sleep without me, hmm?"

Syra pouted theatrically. "Darling... aren’t you pleased to see us?"

He shook his head, smiling fondly. "When I said... I wasn’t pleased to see both of you," he whispered, "what I actually meant was... I didn’t expect that," he confessed, voice low and affectionate. But I’m certainly not complaining."

Syra’s eyes were sparkling, obviously delighted. She drew closer, her breath warm against his ear as she spoke in a low husky whisper. "To answer your question... I couldn’t sleep without you. I tried—really I did—but I kept thinking about your hands on me. So, I came."

Kyra spoke softly, more uncertainly, hardly louder than a breath. "I just... wanted to be near you tonight."

Leon’s arms were pulling them both closer.

Syra’s fingers drew slow circles along Leon’s thigh, the thin towel not hindering the warmth of her touch. Her hand inched purposefully, moving closer to her destination. Her voice softened to a throaty whisper, lips brushing against the side of his ear.

"Leon... I’m really loving our days with you. But Kyra and I—we’re grown-ups. She may be shy to admit it, but I can’t keep quiet anymore."

Her words ran a shiver through him, slow and electric.

"We’ve kissed so much, touched so many times and foreplay..." Syra’s warm breath on his neck. "But tonight, I want more."

Leon shut his eyes, his tone gruff. "My little siren... I have fantasized about devouring you alive ever since I first laid eyes on you. But I do not want to hurry. Your – and Kyra, first time with me should be unforgettable."

Syra’s kiss his neck, hot and insistent.

"I realize, you desire our moment unforgettable—and I have respect for that—but I want it now. I do."

Conversely, Kyra’s blush grew more pronounced as she lifted her hands, planting a shy, gentle kiss on Leon’s cheek. Her voice shook, but was strong.

"Yes, Syra is correct," she explained, glancing down for an instant, then meeting his completely, no longer shy. "I know I was shy and reserved at the beginning... but I love you, Leon. I want to feel what Sister Aria and Sister Cynthia feel—with you.".

Leon’s eyes softened as he faced Kyra, his lips lightly touching hers. His voice was husky, full of awe and concern. "Are you sure?"

Kyra’s gaze met his, resolute and unblurred. "I’ve never been more certain than now."

Syra’s lips spread into a sly grin, her fingers tightening softly on his arm. "And together," she said with playful assurance, "our first time... we want it with you. Both at once."

A ragged breath caught in Leon’s throat. The tenderness that engulfed him was more than desire, more than passion. It was trust. It was intimacy. It was love.

Leon collapsed back onto the bed, folding both of his lovely women into his arms.

Candlelight guttered, spilling molten gold over their locked bodies, the gentle flames etching shadows into skin and silk. The rain still babbled softly against the panes, but the tempest in the room had already started.

He gazed at the two women huddled up against him—one an ethereal white, the other sultry black—and softly, warmly laughed. His tone lowered, deep and intimate.

"Then... let’s make it unforgettable."

He turned to Kyra, reaching up to sweep a strand of hair away from her flushed cheek. Her breath caught; her big eyes focused on his mouth. Leon moved in slow motion, deliberately, enjoying the small shyness in her eyes—half curiosity, half desire.

His lips touched hers. Soft at first—almost a whisper. The lightest touch of heat and will. Kyra’s eyes flew closed, her lips shuddering beneath his as she kissed him back, tentative but wanting. Leon deepened it with a soft insistence, his hand creeping up to hold the nape of her neck, drawing her into him.

His tongue followed the seam of her lips, begging—never taking. And Kyra, gasping and stunned, opened her mouth on a sigh. He pushed inside.

Their tongues touched—tentatively at first, a slow, sloppy dance of heat and discovery. Kyra whimpered into the kiss, her tiny hands clenched tight on his chest. She met him shyly but with increasing hunger, her tongue curled around his in sweet rhythm, leaning him.

Their kiss grew deeper, breath entwined, mouths becoming slippery with need. When they finally broke apart, it was with a soft, wet smooch—a sound that resonated like a vow.

Kyra gazed at him, stunned. Her lips were flush and kiss-swollen, cheeks hot with a deep rose. Her chest heaved and fell rapidly, breath catching as her fingers brushed her lips as if she already missed the feel of his lips on her lips.

From the side, Syra had been observing. Her eyes shone with mock hunger, but her breaths had become shallow. The tip of her tongue licked her lower lip involuntarily, and her fingers curled in anticipation.

Leon turned to her now, eyes smoldering.

He leaned forward—this time not hesitating—and claimed her lips with his.

Syra greeted him hungrily, lips opening with no hesitation at all. Her kiss was warmer, more aggressive. Their mouths met in a ravenous snarl, his fingers weaving into the silky strands of her hair as he drew her in. She softened with a little sigh against him as his tongue pushed past her lips, caressing her with skilled abandon.

She was wine and flame and game to him.

Syra groaned softly in her throat, her fingers clenched around his arms as their tongues clashed together—slippery, hungry, relentless. The kiss was longer, becoming more savage, until it was a matter of breath and heat, lips wet, moving in time, mouths open, tongues stroking, probing, devouring.

From where she stood beside them, Kyra’s lips were parted and cheeks flushed as she observed. Fists were clenched in the sheets; thighs were pressed together as she nibbled her lower lip—she couldn’t look away. Her eyes darted back and forth between their entwined mouths and Leon’s hands as they wrapped around Syra’s waist.

At last, the kiss ended—another soft, wet kiss that left a line of fire between them.

Both of them were gasping.

Syra’s cheeks were rosy with longing, her breaths short and shallow. Her lips, still wet from their previous kiss, parted in a languid smile. "Mmm... Just as good as ever," she breathed, fingers touching Leon’s jaw as if needing to steady herself.

Leon’s voice was deep and husky, the fire behind it unmistakable. "Oh, baby..." He leaned in close, kissing her with a slow teasing softness of lips. "This is only the beginning."