Chapter 659: Leave It On (R18)

Cupping the back of the seductress’ head, Nathanial Rockwell leaned down and smashed his lips against hers, their eyes half-closing as they kissed each other with unrestrained passion.

At the same time, Nathanial’s other hand didn’t remain on Cynthia’s shoulder, it swiftly made its way down her back to her butt, where the man promptly sank his fingers into her amazingly elastic flesh, groping and kneading it like the most stubborn of doughs.

Cynthia felt like she was being devoured by her husband at that moment, like he was trying to swallow her whole, bones and all, but she didn’t care.

If anything, she welcomed it.

She was also not a passive participant in this escalating fight for dominance.

Looping her own arms around her husband’s broad back and shoulders, Cynthia desperately tried to bring him even closer to her, to press his form into her own so thoroughly that they became one.

With things getting so heated so quickly, it wasn’t long before Cynthia became annoyed with just how much clothing her husband was still wearing, so she grabbed his night-robe and yanked it off before pulling and tugging at his shirt to get it out of the way.

Thankfully, the new-style clothes from [Vision]’s [Suave] line were much simpler to put on and take off, so with a little bit of eager cooperation from her husband, it wasn’t long before all Nathanial had left on was his underwear.

The black boxers also seemed to be under threat as well, as the Third Queen didn’t seem content with only partially undressing her husband, but her efforts to fully strip him kept getting interrupted by the ardent kissing and electrifying squeezes of the man himself.

Nathanial had basically lost all sense of reason by this point, and was simply allowing his instincts to run wild, grabbing everything he could, kissing everywhere he could get his lips, and biting whatever he could sink his teeth into, and each time he did, Cynthia would respond in kind.

Both of them were now breathing roughly, panting and moaning ever so slightly as they explored each others’ body like it was their first night all over again.

The very concept of time had stopped mattering to the pair, neither of them caring just how long they stood there in the middle of the bedroom, engaging in quite possibly the hottest make out session they had ever had in their lives.

It was only when Cynthia, feeling it was no longer necessary, reached for the straps of her babydoll, which were already hanging loosely from her shoulders, and tried to remove it, that Nathanial broke contact between their lips, his hand flying up and seizing her wrist.

Out of breath from the intense kiss they had just been sharing, Cynthia shot a half-dazed, half-confused look at her husband, silently asking him why he was trying to stop her.

"Don’t," was all the man, whose eyes were now partially bloodshot, said in a rough gravelly tone, "Leave it on."

Hearing this nearly desperate command, and understanding why she was being given it, Cynthia’s lips curled up into a confident grin as she nodded, responding back in an airy, breathy voice, "As you wish, My King."

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If it had been possible for Nathanial to get more aroused, he would have, but it seemed his lust meter had already maxed out its gauge.

His wife was impossibly beautiful to begin with, and the ’wrapping’ she was currently wearing only further enhanced her appeal. What’s more, it was thin enough that he could easily feel the heat of her body through it, and loose enough that it didn’t obstruct his hands from caressing her back, pinching her waist, or fondling her voluminous breasts.

Nathanial didn’t know where his wife had acquired this astonishing garment from, but he was damn happy she had.

He was also silently offering his thanks to whoever invented this revelation in battle-armour, praising them as an unparalleled genius and a true man or woman of culture.

Just as Nathanial was about to dive back in, however, this time Cynthia was the one who lifted her hand and pressed a single finger to his lips, forcing him to pause.

It was honestly torture being told to wait in this situation, even if it was only for a second or two, but Nathanial, despite his pulse racing and his mind fogging over, was still a man who never forced his wives to do anything they didn’t want to when it came to personal matters, especially intimate ones.

Part of this adherence to the principles of chivalry was because he loved them too much to impose his selfishness on them and spoil their relationship over a moment of pleasure, but the bigger reason was that Nathanial understood strategy and tactics too well to make such a fatal mistake.

In the heat of the moment, he might be able to have his way as he doubted his wives would refuse him if he really pushed for something, but he knew there would be ’consequences’ after the fact.

Cynthia, as Minster of Diplomacy, was more cunning and more adept at navigating the complex social and noble circles of the kingdom than he was. She wouldn’t plot his downfall or assassination over a minor slight, but if she wanted to, Nathanial didn’t doubt his Third Wife’s ability to cause him massive political headaches for days, if not months.

Natasha, as Minister of Finance, basically had total control over the kingdom’s economy as well as the Royal Family’s private treasury. If Nathanial wanted the economy to crash and his personal fortune to disappear overnight, he was free to piss her off.

As for Marianne, his First Wife, the woman he had been together with for over 80 years and his fierce Minster of War, she had the simplest, most direct defence of them all, she was stronger than him. So, even if Nathanial wanted to force her to do something she didn’t want to, it wasn’t clear he’d be able to.

Nathanial might be king and head of his household, but that didn’t mean his wives were subordinates. They were his equals, his partners. They got a say in what happened in their relationship, and their voices each carried just as much weight as his.

Fortunately for him, Cynthia hadn’t stopped just now because she wanted the night to end.

Far from it, in fact.