Chapter 232: A Hundred Million for Her Legs

RAVIAL

My lamb was all I saw.

I stood at the back of the studio, arms crossed tightly over my chest, half-hidden in the shadows where the lights didn’t reach. The entire world could have burned down around me and I wouldn’t have noticed. Because right now, the only thing that existed was her.

Leitana.

My wife.

My reason.

She was perched gracefully on the wide windowsill, one long, smooth leg extended through the high slit of the flowing ivory dress, the fabric parting like water to reveal the soft, golden skin of her thigh. The late afternoon light poured over her like liquid gold, catching every curl in her long, wild hair and making her pregnant belly glow with that soft, sacred curve.

Fuck.

Those legs.

I couldn’t stop staring at them. So long, smooth and so perfectly shaped. The way they stretched out, one bent, one extended, the slit riding higher every time she shifted… it was driving me insane. I wanted to drop to my knees right there in front of everyone and run my tongue from her ankle all the way up to that sweet spot between her thighs.

She touched her belly gently, looking down at it with that soft, loving expression that always made something violent and tender twist inside my chest. My son was growing in there. My blood. My legacy. Inside her.

Mine.

All of it, every inch was mine.

I felt my cock twitch hard against my slacks just watching her. The way the dress clung to her full breasts, the gentle swell of her stomach, those endless legs… she looked like a goddess someone had carved just for me. A pregnant, glowing, innocent little goddess who had no idea how badly I wanted to devour her right now in front of all these people.

A low, dark growl built in my throat.

I was going to fuck her senseless the second we got home. Slow at first, then hard. I’d spread those long legs wide and bury myself so deep she’d feel me for days.

I didn’t like sharing her beauty with the world… but I couldn’t deny how breathtaking she looked. My little lamb was glowing. Radiant. Growing more beautiful every single day.

A slow, dangerous thought entered my mind as Lafu called out another instruction and she extended her leg even more, pointing her toes elegantly.

I should insure them.

Not just any insurance. The best. The kind reserved for priceless artifacts and supermodels. I would have every inch of her legs documented, measured, photographed, and protected under the highest policy possible. If anything ever happened to even one scratch on that perfect skin, someone would pay dearly.

I pulled out my phone without taking my eyes off her and sent a quick message to my head of legal and finance teams:

“Prepare the highest possible insurance policy for my wife’s legs. Full coverage. Medical, aesthetic, loss of use. Start the paperwork today. I want it done by the end of the week.”

I slipped the phone back into my pocket, a faint, satisfied smirk tugging at my lips.

Leitana turned her head slightly, looking toward the window with that soft, dreamy expression they kept asking for. Her fingers kept stroking her bump lovingly. The light hit her just right, illuminating the gentle curve of her belly and the long, smooth line of her exposed thigh.

Perfect.

She was perfect.

And she was entirely mine.

I watched as Lafu moved around her, taking shot after shot. Every click of the camera felt like a claim being made on something that belonged to me. My fingers flexed at my sides. I wanted to walk over, cover her leg with my jacket, and carry her out of here.

But I stayed back.

Because she was smiling.

That small, shy, genuine smile that lit up her entire face whenever she touched her belly or caught my gaze across the room. She was happy. And that mattered more than my possessiveness.

For now.

Lafu walked over during a break and said something that made Leitana laugh softly. The sound reached me even from this distance and settled deep in my chest.

I would let her have this.

I would let her shine.

But those legs? That body carrying my heir?

They were mine to protect in every possible way.

Even if it meant putting a multi-million dollar insurance policy on my wife’s legs like the obsessed man I was.

Because she was worth every single penny.

And more.

During the break, Leitana turned her head and spotted me standing in the shadows.

Her entire face lit up.

Without hesitation, she slipped off her seat and rushed toward me on bare feet, the long slit in the dress flashing more of those perfect legs with every step. The moment she reached me, she pressed her small frame against my chest, wrapping her arms around my waist and burying her face in my shirt.

I unfolded my arms instantly and pulled her closer, one hand splaying possessively across her lower back while the other cradled the back of her head.

“Mi Ravial…” she whispered against me, voice soft and a little shy. “Yu watching the whole time?”

“Every second,” I murmured, lowering my head to kiss the top of her curls. “You look too beautiful. I couldn’t look away.”

She giggled softly, pressing even closer, her pregnant belly snug between us. I rubbed slow circles on her waist, feeling the warmth of her body through the thin fabric.

Lafu approached with a chilled bottle of coconut water, smiling knowingly. “Here, mama. Hydration is important. No caffeine, no sugar, just pure and gentle for you and the baby.”

I took the bottle from her without a word, twisted the cap off, and brought it to Leitana’s lips myself.

“Drink, little lamb,” I said gently.

She obeyed, taking small sips while looking up at me with those big, trusting eyes. I watched her throat move as she swallowed, then wiped the corner of her mouth with my thumb, lingering on her bottom lip.

“You’re doing so well,” I told her quietly. “Everyone here is in awe of you. Especially me.”

Leitana blushed deeply, her cheeks turning a pretty pink. “Mi feel a little exposed with the slit… but Lafu and Marco say it looks elegant.”

“It does,” I replied, my hand sliding down to rub her waist again, then lower to the curve of her hip. “But those legs are mine. Remember that.”

She nodded, biting her lip as she smiled. I leaned down and kissed her forehead, then her temple, before wiping a tiny bead of sweat from her brow with my thumb.

“Take your time. If you get tired, we leave immediately. Understand?”

“Yes, mi Ravial.”

I gave her one last slow kiss on the lips, deep enough to remind her and every one who she belonged to, before letting her go back to the set. She glanced back at me twice, smiling shyly each time.

The moment she was out of earshot, my phone vibrated.

Lawyer: Mr. Ashbourne,

I must admit this is… highly unusual, even for you. Insuring your wife’s legs specifically? We’ve handled policies for athletes, actresses, and models before, but never with this level of detail and urgency.

I’ve spoken with our top underwriters. The highest coverage we can secure is $85 million USD, full medical, aesthetic reconstruction, loss of use, permanent disfigurement, and career impact (should she choose to model). This includes 24/7 security assessment and a private medical team on retainer.

It will be one of the most expensive personal body-part policies ever written. The premiums will be substantial, but money is clearly not an issue here.

Are you certain you want to proceed at this valuation?

I stared at the message for a moment, then typed back without hesitation.

Me: $85 million is acceptable but make it $100 million. I want the best possible coverage. Spare no expense. Send the documents to me tonight. I want her legs protected by the end of the week.

I slipped the phone back into my pocket, eyes returning to my wife as she posed again, leg extended, hand on her belly, glowing like the goddess she was.

$100 million.

It still didn’t feel like enough.

But it was a start.

Those legs that wrapped around me at night, that carried my child, that trembled when I worshipped them… they deserved to be protected like the priceless treasure they were.

I would burn the insurance company to the ground if they ever tried to deny a claim.

My little lamb continued posing, completely unaware that her husband had just placed a nine-figure insurance policy on her legs simply because he was that obsessed.

Those legs were going to be insured for more money than most people would see in ten lifetimes.

Because they belonged to me.

And I protect what’s mine.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.