Chapter 221: My Only Religion

Leitana put away the Bible from her lap, placing it gently on the bedside table. She slid off the bed and walked toward him on bare feet, her steps slow and uncertain. Her body felt weak after the long, emotional night, and her eyes were puffy and red from crying.

She stopped right in front of him, barely reaching his chest. She looked so small standing there in nothing but his oversized shirt that swallowed her frame. Her hands fidgeted nervously at her sides.

Ravial froze the moment he saw her face clearly.

Tears.

Fresh tears glistened in her eyes and clung to her lashes. His little lamb had been crying. Alone. While waiting for him.

His hand moved before he could think. He cupped her cheek with one large palm, his thumb brushing lightly over her damp skin. Leitana shivered at his touch, a soft, breathy sound escaping her throat as more tears slipped down her cheeks.

“Mi Ravial…” she whispered, voice cracking.

Something twisted sharply inside his chest not anger, but a rare, deep concern. He did not like seeing her like this, not his strong, gentle, sweet little lamb.

Without another word, he bent down, slid one arm under her knees and the other behind her back, and lifted her effortlessly into his arms. Leitana gasped softly as her feet left the floor. He carried her to the bed in long, urgent strides, his movements controlled but filled with worry.

He sat down on the edge of the mattress and settled her in his lap, holding her close against his chest. One of his hands stroked slowly up and down her back while the other cradled the back of her head, fingers threading gently through her curls.

“My lamb,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Why are you crying? Tell me.”

Leitana buried her face in his neck, her small hands clutching his shirt tightly. “Mi Ravial… are you still punishing mi?” Her voice was small and trembling. “Mi know mi disappointed you that night. Mi know mi was wrong to run off like that. But mi… mi miss you. Mi miss my husband. Please… if you still angry with mi, just tell mi. Mi will wait. But this silence… it hurts too much.”

Ravial’s arms tightened around her. For a long moment he said nothing, simply holding her, letting her tremble against him. His hand continued its slow, soothing caress over her back, down her sides, and across her thighs, possessive but gentle.

“No, my lamb,” he finally said, voice deep and certain. “The punishment ends today.”

Leitana let out a shaky sob of relief. “Thank you… thank you, mi Ravial. Thank you.”

He cupped her face with both hands and began peppering kisses all over it, her forehead, her wet eyelids, the tip of her nose, her tear-stained cheeks, the corners of her trembling mouth. Each kiss was slow, careful, and full of devotion. He tasted her tears and still found her sweet.

“You are mine,” he whispered between kisses. “And I have been too harsh with what is mine.”

He reached down and found the thin gold chain around her waist, the symbol of her punishment. With careful fingers he unclasped it and slid it off her body, letting it fall onto the bed. Then he laid her down gently on her back, hovering over her.

Leitana’s breath hitched as he pushed the shirt up, exposing her small, rounded belly. Ravial lowered his head and pressed a long, tender kiss right over their child.

“You carried my punishment long enough,” he murmured against her warm skin, lips brushing her bump. “No more chains or silence. Only me taking care of you the way I should have been.”

Leitana’s fingers sank into his hair as fresh tears, this time of relief and love, slipped down her temples.

“Mi love you,” she whispered, voice breaking. “Mi love you so much, mi Ravial.”

He lifted his head, blindfolded gaze fixed on her face, his hand resting protectively over her belly.

“And I will burn the world for you, little lamb,” he said softly, darkly, possessively. “Never doubt that again.”

He leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, slow kiss, pouring every unspoken word into it as the night wrapped around them like a secret.

“Ahhh…” Leitana’s mouth fell open in a moan as her palm slapped against the wet marble wall of the shower. Hot water cascaded over them from every direction, multiple rainfall heads and body jets creating a steaming, sensual storm.

Ravial stood behind her, tall and powerful, one arm banded around her waist to hold her gently but firmly against the wall, his large hand splayed protectively over her rounded baby bump. His thick cock was buried deep inside her, stretching her so perfectly she could barely breathe.

He moved with devastating slowness.

Every drag of his cock along her slick walls was purposeful, torturous, worshipful. He pulled back until only the swollen head remained inside her, then rolled his hips forward in one long, powerful stroke that slammed straight into that sweet, spongy spot deep inside her. Leitana cried out, forehead pressed to the cool walls, water streaming down her face and breasts.

“Mi Ravial… oh God…” she whimpered, pushing back against him desperately.

He growled low against her ear, lips brushing the sensitive skin of her neck as he kissed and sucked there, marking her. “You are the only one I worship,” he rasped, voice rough with love, lust and obsession. “The only altar I kneel at. The only heaven I will ever need.”

Water slid down their joined bodies in rivulets. Ravial’s free hand roamed, cupping one full, sensitive breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers until she sobbed with pleasure. He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down the side of her neck, across her shoulder, then turned her just enough to reach her chest. His mouth closed over one nipple, sucking slowly, tongue swirling as hot water poured over them both.

Leitana’s legs trembled. She reached back with one hand, gripping his thigh, nails digging in as he continued that maddening rhythm, slow, dragging withdrawal followed by a deep, punishing thrust that made stars explode behind her eyelids.

Every stroke claimed her. Every grind of his hips against her ass reminded her who she belonged to.

He pressed her front more firmly to the wall, careful with her belly, caging her in with his much larger body. His cock throbbed inside her, thick and heavy, dragging along every sensitive ridge until she was clenching around him helplessly.

“Look at you,” he murmured against her wet skin, voice dark velvet. “Taking me so beautifully while carrying my child. My perfect little lamb. My everything.”

He angled his hips and slammed harder into that perfect spot, grinding deep. Leitana screamed in pleasure, the sound echoing off the bathroom as her orgasm crashed over her without warning. Her walls fluttered and squeezed around his cock, milking him as wave after wave tore through her.

Ravial groaned, burying his face in her neck as he fucked her through it, slower now, deeper, savoring every pulse of her climax. Only when her legs gave out completely did he let himself go.

With a low, guttural sound that vibrated through his chest, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her with thick, hot pulses of his release. He held her tight against him, one hand still cradling her bump, the other braced on the wall above her head as water continued to rain down on them.

For long moments they stayed like that, joined, panting, trembling under the steam.

Ravial finally pulled out slowly, turned her around, and lifted her effortlessly into his arms. Leitana wrapped her legs around his waist, burying her face in his neck as he carried her out of the shower.

He wrapped her in a warm towel, then carried her back to their bed, laying her down like she was made of glass.

“My wife,” he whispered, pressing a kiss between her breasts, then lower over her belly. “My only religion.”

Leitana smiled through fresh, happy tears, fingers stroking his hair.

And in that moment, the world outside, the violence, the fear, the darkness ceased to exist.

There was only them.