Chapter 197: Little Lamb and Her god

Leitana stroked Ravial’s chest lazily as they lay tangled on the bed after three intense rounds of passionate sex. Her body was still trembling slightly, thighs sticky, pussy aching in the most delicious way. Her heartbeat was finally slowing down, but every breath still carried the scent of him, sweat, sex, and that dark, masculine warmth that was purely Raviel.

She traced a finger over one of the faint scars on his chest, then looked up at his blindfolded face.

“Mi Raviel…” she whispered, voice soft and a little shy. “You always make me feel like mi body no longer belongs to me. Like it only listens to you.”

Ravial hummed in satisfaction, one large hand possessively cupping her bare ass, pulling her closer so her leg draped over his thigh.

“That’s because it doesn’t belong to you anymore, little lamb,” he murmured, rubbing his face against her cheek. “It’s mine. Every inch.”

Leitana’s cheeks flushed. She bit her lip, gathering courage, then teased him with a small, mischievous smile.

“So… yu think you fuck like a god, hmm?”

The words felt foreign and bold on her tongue. She had never said anything like that before. Her face burned even hotter the moment they left her mouth.

Ravial went still for half a second.

Then a deep, dangerous chuckle rumbled from his chest. He rolled them suddenly so she was pinned beneath him again, his body caging hers. His blindfolded face hovered inches above hers, lips curved in a wicked, arrogant smirk.

“Think?” he repeated, voice dripping with dark amusement. “Little lamb… I don’t think I fuck like a god.”

He leaned down, brushing his lips against her ear as he ground his still-hard cock against her sensitive, cum-filled pussy.

“I know I do,” he growled. “Because every time I’m inside you, you scream like you’re seeing heaven. You cry, squirt and you beg me to wreck you. Even your body knows who its god is.”

He nipped her earlobe, then sucked on it gently.

“And you love it, don’t you? My shy little wife who blushes when she says the word ‘fuck’… but drips like a whore when I treat her like one.”

Leitana whimpered, thighs pressing together as fresh heat pooled between her legs. She was sore, exhausted… and already getting wet again.

Ravial chuckled darkly, pressing a slow, possessive kiss to her swollen lips.

“Say it again, my lamb,” he whispered against her mouth, voice pure sin. “Tell your god how well he fucks you.”

He waited, hips grinding teasingly against her, daring her to speak.

Leitana’s eyes sparkled with mischief. She reached up and smacked the side of his head lightly.

“Yu too proud!” she laughed.

Ravial caught her wrist, holding it gently as he pretended to wince. “Ouch, my lamb. So violent after I just worshipped you so well.”

She giggled and used her free hand to smack him again, then forced his head down, climbing on top of him and laying her body over his like a blanket. She rested her chin on his chest, looking up at him with bright eyes.

“Anyways, mi Ravial,” she said, suddenly serious but still smiling. “Remember what mi talked to you about? Helping the orphanage… and even more in Vanuatu if possible?”

Ravial’s hand stroked her back slowly. “Yes, my lamb.”

Unbeknownst to her, when he had sent for Marita, he had already transferred a huge sum of money to the orphanage, enough to repair buildings, buy food, uniforms, books, and support the children for years. But he kept that secret for now.

“What if we do it this way, my lamb?” he said softly. “You come with me to Vanuatu. You can oversee everything we do for the less privileged. See it with your own eyes.”

Leitana’s eyes went wide with joy. “Yes! Yes, mi Ravial! Mi miss mi island too. The sea, the air, the people…”

He grabbed the back of her neck gently, pulling her closer until their noses brushed.

“Good,” he whispered, voice warm with satisfaction.

She giggled, and he laughed, a rare, warm sound that made her heart flutter.

Then she paused, biting her lip.

Ravial noticed immediately. “Is there anything else you want, love?”

Leitana smiled shyly, cheeks flushing. “Yes, mi Ravial… mi was wondering if you heard anything from Willow. Mi no see her since my injury.” She glanced at her arm where the bullet had grazed her. It had healed so quickly she had stopped wearing the sling a week ago.

Ravial hummed. “Willow is on a break now, after all that happened with Jim and the sponsor issues. She decided to take some time off. I spoke with her.”

Leitana sighed sadly. “Mi wanted to see her at least before she leaves…”

Ravial brushed his thumb over her cheek. “She will see you before she goes. I will make sure of that.”

Leitana smiled softly. “Yu no need force her.”

“Anything for you,” he replied, voice sincere.

He pulled her into a deep kiss. It started slow and tender, but quickly turned hungry. His tongue licked around her lips, tasting her, then sucked on her bottom lip like it was a candy. Leitana moaned into his mouth, sucking on his tongue in return, their kiss turning wet, messy, and passionate. He licked inside her mouth, claiming every inch, while she whimpered and melted against him.

A knock sounded at the door.

“Leave,” Ravial growled against her lips, not breaking the kiss.

But Leitana pulled back, breathing hard. “Yu rude. Come in!”

The door opened slightly. Clara stood there with her eyes closed respectfully.

“Apologies for the interruption… but your sister has woken up.”

Leitana’s eyes went wide. She jumped off Ravial like she had been burned.