Chapter 178: My Impossible Miracle

Leitana was shaking as she looked down at her husband, at her Ravial as he knelt in front of her. His body was tense, almost trembling, as he wrapped his strong arms around her waist and pressed his forehead gently to her stomach. The black blindfold lay discarded on the floor beside him, but his eyes remained tightly closed, as if he was afraid to open them even now.

“Mi Ravial…” she whispered, her voice soft and unsteady. Her fingers slid into his dark hair, stroking it gently, feeling the thick strands between her fingers. “Your blindfold… you took it off.”

He stayed perfectly still for a moment, breathing her in, his warm breath fanning across the tiny bump of her belly. Then his voice came, low and rough, like gravel.

“My lamb,” he murmured against her skin, voice rough, vibrating through her body. “Let me… just for a moment.”

Leitana’s heart hammered in her chest. She had never seen him without the blindfold. Not once. He had always kept that barrier between them, even in their most intimate moments. Now he was on his knees before her, eyes shut tight, pressing his face to the place where their child was growing. It felt sacred and terrifying at the same time.

Ravial’s hands tightened on her waist, fingers digging into the silk of her nightdress as if he needed to anchor himself. Slowly, carefully, he turned his head and pressed a soft kiss to the curve of her stomach, right over the small swell. Then another. And another. Each kiss was reverent, almost worshipful, like he was greeting something miraculous he still couldn’t believe existed.

“You’re carrying life,” he murmured against her skin, voice so quiet she almost missed it. “My life. Inside you. Something that should not be possible… and yet here it is.”

Leitana’s breath hitched. Her fingers continued stroking through his hair, gentle and soothing, even as her own body trembled. “Why yu think it's not possible but mi feel the baby move sometimes. Small small kicks. Like it saying hello.”

Ravial let out a low sound, half groan, half sigh and rested his cheek fully against her belly. His arms slid lower, hands cupping the backs of her thighs as he held her closer. He stayed like that for a long time, eyes still closed, listening, feeling, memorizing every tiny flutter beneath her skin.

“I should not be able to do this,” he whispered, almost to himself. “I should not be able to create anything pure. But you… you make the impossible real, little lamb. You make me want things I have no right to want.”

Leitana’s eyes filled with tears. She kept stroking his hair, her touch tender. “Yu no wicked, mi Ravial. Yu good to me. Yu protect me and you bring Marita here. Yu say you go help mi sisters. You're a good man.”

He lifted his head just enough to press another kiss to her stomach, then slowly rose to his feet, keeping his eyes closed the entire time. His hands never left her body, one sliding up her back, the other staying protectively over her belly. When he stood at his full height, he pulled her flush against him, forehead resting gently against hers.

“I would burn the world for you,” he said, voice dark and quiet. “But right now… I just want to feel this. You. Our child. Let me stay here a little longer.”

Leitana nodded, her arms wrapping around his neck. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding himself back, the way his fingers trembled slightly against her skin. It made her heart ache with love and something deeper, the knowledge that this man, this powerful, terrifying man, was on his knees for her in every way that mattered.

“Mi love you,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Blindfold or no blindfold. Mi love all of you.”

Ravial’s breath shuddered out. He turned his head and captured her lips in a slow, deep kiss, pouring everything he couldn’t say into it. His hand stayed on her stomach the whole time, protective and possessive, as if he could shield their child from the entire world with just his touch.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were still closed, but the corner of his mouth lifted in the smallest, rarest smile.

“Then keep loving me, little lamb,” he murmured. “Because I am never letting either of you go.”

Leitana rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, feeling safe in his arms even as the weight of everything else pressed in around them.

Then he knelt down back and he pushed her dress up with shaking hands, bunching the fabric around her waist. He didn’t wait for permission.

His mouth found her immediately, hot kisses pressed to the soft skin just above her panties. He groaned deeply, the sound vibrating straight through her.

Leitana’s knees buckled. She gripped his hair tighter.

“Ravial….”

He didn’t let her finish.

With one rough tug, he ripped her panties down her thighs, not even bothering to take them off completely. The moment she was bare, he buried his face between her legs like a man dying of thirst.

His tongue dragged up her slit in one long, greedy stroke, then circled her clit with filthy, desperate hunger. He moaned loudly against her, the vibration making her cry out.

“So fucking sweet,” he growled, voice muffled. “My lamb… always so wet for me.”

Leitana’s head fell back, a broken whimper escaping her lips as he devoured her. He wasn’t gentle. He never was when he knelt for her like this. His tongue fucked into her, then sucked hard on her clit, two thick fingers sliding inside her without warning, curling instantly to that spot that made her see stars.

Her legs shook violently.

“Ravial… oh god…”

“Let me taste you properly,” he rasped. “Let me drink until you’re dripping down my chin.”

Then he dove back in, sucking her clit into his mouth while his fingers pumped harder, faster, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room.

Leitana cried out, hips jerking against his face. Her hand tightened in his hair, holding him there as pleasure crashed through her in waves.

He groaned like he was the one being pleasured, licking and sucking like he couldn’t get enough.

“My lamb… mine… only mine…”