Chapter 227: Heaven I Kneel For

LEITANA

“Yes, mi Ravial… please.”

The words had barely left my lips before Ravial’s grip on my hips tightened. He pulled me down against him slowly, deliberately, letting me feel every hard inch of him through the thin fabric separating us. A low, rumbling groan vibrated from deep in his chest as he rocked me gently against his hardness.

“Slow tonight, little lamb,” he murmured, voice dark and thick with need. “I want to feel every second of you.”

He kissed me again, unhurried, devouring. His tongue stroked mine in long, sensual glides that made my toes curl. One of his hands slid up my back under my shirt, warm and rough while the other stayed on my hip, guiding my movements so I was grinding slowly against him.

I whimpered into his mouth, already soaked and aching.

Ravial broke the kiss only to pull my shirt over my head, leaving me bare from the waist up. His blindfolded face lowered, and he pressed open-mouthed kisses down my throat, across my collarbone, and lower.

“Look at you,” he whispered, kissing along my jaw. “So fucking pretty carrying my son… these breasts getting fuller…” He cupped one gently, thumb brushing over my sensitive nipple until I moaned. “And this little pussy… always so wet and greedy for me.”

I giggled breathlessly, hiding my burning face in his neck. “Yu wicked… talking like that while yu teasing mi so bad…”

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest. “You like it when I’m wicked.” He nipped my earlobe. “Admit it.”

“I do,” I confessed shyly, rolling my hips a little faster, chasing more friction. “Mi love when yu talk dirty to mi… makes mi feel so wanted.”

Ravial groaned and finally lifted me just enough to line himself up. The thick head of his cock pressed against my entrance, stretching me open as he slowly, so slowly pulled me down onto him.

“Ohhh…” My mouth fell open in a long, shaky moan as he filled me inch by inch, dragging along every sensitive wall until he was buried to the hilt. The stretch was perfect, almost too much, but so good.

“Fuck, Leitana…” he breathed, forehead pressed to mine. “So tight… so warm… like you were made for me.”

He didn’t move right away. He just held me there, fully impaled on his cock, letting me adjust while he kissed me deeply, slow, wet kisses that had me whimpering into his mouth. His hands never stopped moving: one cradling my bump, the other squeezing my ass, guiding me into a lazy, rolling rhythm.

Every time I sank back down, his cock dragged perfectly against that sweet spot deep inside me. The pleasure built like warm honey,vthick, slow, and overwhelming.

“Mi Ravial…” I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as I rode him. “It feels so deep like this… ahh…”

He flexed his hips upward to meet me, grinding deep, and smirked when my eyes fluttered.

“You feel that?” he murmured, voice rough. “That’s me kissing your womb, little lamb. Right where our son is growing.”

I moaned louder, cheeks burning at his filthy words, but my hips moved faster, chasing that delicious pressure. Ravial chuckled softly and nipped my bottom lip.

“Greedy girl,” he teased. “You like when I talk about filling you up, don’t you?”

“Yes…” I admitted breathlessly, pressing my forehead to his. “Mi love it. Mi love feeling yu so deep… claiming mi.”

He rewarded me with a slow, powerful thrust that made my toes curl. Then another. And another. The pace stayed lazy and deep, every stroke dragging out the pleasure until I was trembling and whimpering in his lap.

Ravial’s mouth found my neck again, sucking and licking. One hand slipped between us, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing slow, firm circles.

“Come for me, my beautiful wife,” he whispered hotly against my throat. “Let me feel this pretty pussy squeeze me.”

The combination of his deep cock, his thumb, and that low, possessive voice pushed me over the edge.

I came with a broken cry, burying my face in his neck as my walls pulsed and fluttered around him, milking his thick length. Ravial groaned deeply, holding me tight through every wave, kissing my temple, my cheek, my lips.

When I finally stopped shaking from my second orgasm, Ravial flipped us carefully onto our sides. He stayed buried deep inside me the entire time, never once pulling out. His powerful chest pressed flush against my back as he spooned me, one strong arm sliding under my head while the other wrapped around my body, his large hand gently cradling my rounded belly.

“My lamb,” he whispered hotly against the back of my neck, lips brushing my skin. “Let me love you like this.”

He started moving again, slow, deep, rolling thrusts that made me feel every thick inch of him dragging along my sensitive walls. The new angle had him pressing right against that sweet spot with every stroke. I moaned softly, pushing back against him, my hand covering his where it rested protectively over our baby.

Ravial kissed the nape of my neck, then sucked gently, leaving a mark as he rocked into me. His hand rubbed slow circles over my belly, thumb brushing tenderly beneath my navel.

“My lamb… how am I supposed to let you go?” he breathed, voice rough and aching with emotion. “Tell me. Who will make me laugh the way you do with your soft island accent and your stubborn prayers? Who will I watch for hours while she sleeps, counting every breath like it’s a miracle? Tell me how to unlearn how to love and adore you… because I don’t think I ever can.”

Tears rushed down my cheeks without warning. They spilled hot and fast as his words wrapped around my heart like warm chains. I reached back, gripping his thigh, sobbing quietly as he continued those deep, loving strokes.

“Mi Ravial…” I cried, voice breaking.

He kissed my tears away from the side of my face, never stopping his slow rhythm inside me. Every thrust was careful, worshipful, like he was pouring his soul into me.

“I must have been the sand used to mold you,” he whispered, voice deep and poetic, vibrating against my skin. “Every grain of me shaped to fit perfectly against every curve of you. I was carved from darkness so I could hold your light. I was made ancient… just so I could spend forever learning how to be gentle for you.”

He thrust deeper, grinding against me, his hand still rubbing my belly like it was the most precious thing in existence.

“You are my redemption, Leitana. My only softness in centuries of stone. The only prayer I have ever answered. The only heaven I will ever kneel for. I love you in ways that terrify even me… because if anything ever tried to take you from me, I would wrestle the heavens just to get you back.”

I was crying harder now, overwhelmed, my body trembling as another orgasm built slowly from the intensity of his words and the way he was loving me. My walls fluttered around his thick cock, squeezing him as I sobbed his name.

“Mi love you… mi love you so much it hurts…”

Ravial groaned, burying his face in my neck as his thrusts became a little deeper, a little more desperate while still staying so achingly slow. His hand slid lower, fingers finding my swollen clit and rubbing gentle circles in time with his strokes.

“Then let it hurt beautifully, little lamb,” he rasped. “Let me ruin you with love until the only thing you know is me. Until every tear you cry is because you feel how completely you own the devil himself.”

I came again with a broken cry, clenching hard around him as waves of pleasure crashed through me. Ravial followed right behind, groaning my name like a prayer as he spilled deep inside me, hot and endless, filling me until I could feel it leaking between us.

He didn’t pull out.

He stayed buried inside me, arms wrapped tightly around my body, one hand still cradling our baby, his lips pressed to the back of my neck as we both trembled through the aftershocks.

“I will get that tattoo,” he whispered into my hair, voice hoarse with emotion. “Your face right over my heart… so even when I close my eyes, I still see you.”

I turned my head just enough to kiss him, tears still slipping down my cheeks.

“Mi don’t need ink, mi Ravial,” I whispered back, voice thick. “You already carry me inside you… right here.” I placed my hand over his heart, right on that beautiful tattoo.

He smiled against my lips, soft, and completely mine.

“And you carry my child in yours,” he murmured. “We were never meant to be apart, little lamb. Not in this life… or the next.”

We stayed like that for a long time, spooned together, connected, hearts beating in sync as the New York skyline glittered outside the windows.

Safe.

Loved.

Completely ruined for anyone else.