Chapter 119: Making Love

LEITANA

“So you missed piano classes then,” Ravial murmured, his voice low and rough from everything we’d just done.

His arms were locked around me, heavy and warm, keeping me draped over his body like I belonged there. My bare leg was thrown over his hip, thigh pressed against the thick length of him, still half-hard even after he’d spilled inside me twice. My cheek rested on his chest, right over the steady, powerful thump of his heart. My fingertips traced lazy circles across his skin, following the faint ridges of old scars he never explained and I never asked about.

We were both completely naked.

Sweat-slick. Breathless. Tangled.

I felt… raw. Open. Like he’d peeled back every layer I’d ever tried to hide behind and kissed the soft, trembling parts underneath.

“Mi… mi forget because of stuff with willow and others," I whispered, cheeks heating all over again.

He huffed a quiet laugh, the sound vibrating through his chest into mine.

“You were a little distracted, lamb.”

My face burned hotter. I hid it against his throat, lips brushing his skin as I mumbled, “Yu make mi forget everyting.”

His hand slid up my spine, slowly, possessively, his fingers splaying wide between my shoulder blades like he wanted to hold every piece of me at once.

“You’re shy,” he said, almost amused. “After all that.”

I nodded against him, embarrassed. “It… it feel different dis time.”

He went still beneath me.

I felt the shift in his breathing, deeper, slower like he was choosing his next words very carefully.

“Different how?” he asked, voice softer now.

I swallowed, suddenly unsure.

“Mi… mi no know how to explain.” My fingers paused on his chest. “Before… yu always… fast. Hard. Like yu wan take everyting from mi at once. But dis time…” I bit my lip. “Yu slow. Yu look at mi like… like mi de only ting in de world. Yu kiss mi tears. Yu hold mi like yu scared mi disappear if yu let go.”

Silence stretched between us, thick, heavy and intimate.

Ravial’s hand moved to my jaw, tilting my face up so I had to meet the blindfold. Even without seeing his eyes, I felt them burning into me.

“That,” he said, voice rougher than I’d ever heard it, “was making love.”

My brows drew together. “But we always making love?”

He exhaled through his nose almost a laugh, but darker.

“I fuck, Leitana. That’s what I do. Hard. Fast. Controlled. Always controlled. Sex has always been… a release. A transaction. Something I mastered a long time ago and never let touch anything deeper.”

His thumb stroked my bottom lip.

“But with you…” He paused, like the words were difficult even for him. “With you, it’s different. You unravel me. Every time I’m inside you, it’s not just my cock claiming your body. It’s my soul trying to crawl inside yours and stay there. I don’t fuck you anymore. I worship you. I make love to you. And it….puzzles me… because I’ve never done that before. Not once. Not in all the endless years I’ve existed.”

My breath caught.

Tears, happy ones this time pricked my eyes again.

“Yu… yu really love mi like dat?” I whispered.

He leaned over and kissed me slowly, deep and achingly tender.

“I love you like that,” he murmured against my lips. “And more. Always more.”

I melted against him, arms looping around his neck, pressing every inch of my naked skin to his.

We stayed like that for long minutes just breathing each other in, hearts beating together, bodies still joined in the soft afterglow.

Then I remembered.

“Um… Ravial?”

“Hmm?”

“Lafu, Stacy, and Marco… They are here. Dey stay tonight. Mi… mi forget tell yu before yu leave dis morning. Mi sorry. Mi should ask first. Plis let dem stay?”

He was quiet for just a second.

Then he kissed the tip of my nose, soft, and indulgent.

“What my wife wants,” he murmured, “my wife gets.”

I beamed against his throat. “Tank yu.”

He let out a small chuckle. “Don’t thank me yet. They’ll be under my roof. My rules.”

I giggled. “Dey good. Mi promise.”

He rolled us suddenly, flipping me beneath him again, making me squeak in surprise.

“Shower,” he growled against my ear. “Now.”

I laughed, the sound breathless and happy, and I let him pull me up.

The bathroom was already steaming when we stepped inside. He turned on the rainfall showerhead with one hand, the other never leaving my waist. Hot water cascaded down around us the moment we stepped under the spray.

Ravial didn’t rush.

He never rushed when it was like this.

He backed me against the cool tile wall, hands sliding up my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. His mouth found my throat, kissing, licking, sucking gently until I whimpered and arched into him.

“Ravial…”

He dropped to his knees again, right there on the wet tile.

My breath hitched.

He looked up at me, blindfold soaked, clinging to his face, water streaming down his sharp jaw.

“You’re mine,” he said, voice rough with reverence. “Every inch. Every tear. Every breath.”

Then he buried his face between my thighs.

Slow.

Worshipful.

His tongue parted me gently, licking long, languid stripes from bottom to top. He savored me like I was the only thing he’d ever truly hungered for. His hands gripped my hips, holding me open while he circled my clit with devastating patience, slow flicks, then firm suction, then slow again.

My knees buckled.

He caught me instantly, one arm banding around my waist, holding me upright while his mouth never left me.

“Ravial, plis…”

He growled against my pussy, the vibrations shooting straight through my core and sucked harder.

I came apart with a sob, my legs shaking, fingers tangled in his wet hair, hips bucking against his face as pleasure crashed over me in slow, rolling waves.

He drank every tremor.

Only when I was boneless, whimpering, did he rise, slow, predatory, kissing his way back up my body. He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed me against the tile again.

This time he entered me in one long, slow glide.

We both groaned, a deep, broken sound that echoed off the walls.

He didn’t thrust hard.

He rocked in, deep, measured, grinding against my clit with every roll of his hips.

His mouth found mine, kissing me slowly and filthy, tongues sliding together while water rained down around us.

I clung to him, arms around his neck, legs locked at his waist because he was the only solid thing in the world to me right now.

“Mi love yu,” I whispered against his lips between kisses. “Mi love yu so much…”

He groaned, the sound low, wrecked and pressed his forehead to mine.

“You’re everything,” he rasped. “Everything I never knew I needed. Everything I’ll never let go.”

We moved together, it was perfect until the pleasure built again, soft and overwhelming.

When I came this time, it was quiet, shuddering, trembling, tears mixing with the shower water on my cheeks.

He followed right after, burying himself deep, spilling inside me with a low, broken groan, hips jerking as he held me like I might disappear.

We stayed like that, panting, clinging, water streaming over us until the heat began to fade.

He turned off the shower.

Wrapped me in the biggest towel.

Carried me back to bed, still damp, still naked, and tucked me against his chest.

“Sleep, lamb,” he murmured, kissing my temple.

I smiled sleepily against his skin.

“Mi tingting blong yu.”

He exhaled, rough, almost pained.

“And mine belongs to you.”

Always.

Later, after we’d dozed for a little while, I slipped out of bed.

Ravial’s arm tightened around me instinctively.

“Where?” he murmured, half-asleep.

“Downstairs,” I whispered. “Lafu, Stacy, Marco… dey stay tonight. Mi need make sure dey get room.”

He cracked one eye open behind the blindfold.

“Fine. Two minutes, I don't feel like sharing you with anyone today.”

I beamed.

He pulled me back for one more slow, lazy kiss.

“Go.”

I slipped into a soft robe and padded downstairs.

Lafu, Stacy, and Marco were in the dining room, having dinner.

They looked up when they saw me.

I smiled still flushed from upstairs, hair a little damp, robe loose.

“Dey show yu rooms?” I asked.

Stacy grinned. “Yeah. We’re all set. Marco’s already claiming the biggest guest bed.”

Marco smirked. “I deserve it after that drive.”

I giggled.

Then I glanced toward the living room.

Remembering Willow and Jim.

My smile faltered for a second.

But I pushed it aside.

Tomorrow.

We’d fix it tomorrow.

For now…

I had my friends under my roof.

My husband waiting upstairs.

And a little more time.

Just a little more time.

And that was enough.