Chapter 24 The Snake in the Garden
RAVIAL
I stared down at her, letting my gaze devour every trembling inch of that sweet little body. A violent hunger roared through me, so fierce this borrowed human skin actually shook with it. I wanted to consume her, to sink my teeth into this pure star of God and drag her down into the dark with me. Corruption had never tasted this good.
This wasn’t normal.
I was the devil. Lust was a petty mortal itch, far beneath me. I had watched empires fall without feeling a flicker of desire.
Yet here I was, burning, aching, obsessed with one tiny island girl.
My little lamb.
She lay trembling on my bed, the gown half torn away, one thin strap slipped from her shoulder, tears glittering in those huge, innocent eyes.
Fuck.
She looked like a sacrifice laid out on black silk, waiting for the blade.
My shirt hit the floor. My belt followed; the slow rasp of leather made her flinch.
“Ravial… mi scared…” she whispered, knees pressed tight together, trying to hide the slick shine I’d already left between her thighs.
I crawled over her, slow and predatory, letting her feel the weight of what she’d married.
“Scared, little lamb?” I dragged my thumb across her trembling bottom lip, smearing her tears. “Good. You should be.”
I seized both her wrists in one hand and pinned them high above her head, just tight enough for her to understand escape wasn’t an option.
With my free hand I ripped the rest of the dress away.
Naked.
Finally, completely naked beneath me.
Moonlight spilled across her skin, turning it to warm, glowing bronze. Tiny waist, soft belly, perfect breasts rising and falling with every panicked breath. And lower, still glistening from my tongue, my claim.
A raw sound tore out of me, half groan, half growl.
“Christ, look at you,” I rasped, leaning down to bite her neck, hard enough to mark. “Made for sin, and you don’t even know it yet.”
She whimpered, arching into me even as she tried to twist away.
I released her wrists only long enough to flip her onto her stomach, ass up, one heavy hand pressing between her shoulder blades.
“Stay.”
I stripped the rest in seconds. Pants gone. Cock free, thick, heavy, already leaking at the tip.
She glanced back over her shoulder and saw it.
Her eyes went wide as saucers.
“No… Ravial… that’s… that’s the snake!”
A dark laugh rumbled out of me. “That’s right, baby. And tonight the snake is going inside your garden.”
She tried to crawl forward. I caught her hips, dragged her back, spread her open with my thumbs.
“Be still.”
I dragged the head through her soaked folds, coating myself, teasing. She was already sobbing into the sheets, those broken little sounds making me impossibly harder.
“Please… mi no redi… it too big…”
“I know,” I growled against her ear, blanketing her body with mine. “That’s why I’ll go slow. Just this once.”
I pushed in.
Only the head.
She screamed, high, sharp, panicked.
“Ravial! Tekem aot! Take it out nao! You killing me! You tearing me in two! Mi bae ded!”
I froze, barely an inch inside the tightest heat I’d ever known. Her walls fluttered wildly, trying to push me out and drag me deeper all at once.
I dropped my forehead to her shoulder, dragging air into lungs that suddenly felt too small.
“Shh… breathe, baby. Breathe with me.”
She was crying so hard the sheets beneath her cheek were soaked.
“It hurts… it burn… mi no kan…”
I slid my hand beneath her, found her swollen clit, circled slow and soft.
“Feel that? That’s the part that wants me. Your little pussy already knows who she belongs to, even if you’re still praying to the wrong god.”
I gave her tiny, shallow thrusts, nothing more, just enough to stretch her open bit by bit.
Minutes. I gave her minutes, sweat dripping from my skin onto her back.
Every time her body relaxed even a fraction, I stole another inch.
Soon she was sobbing my name instead of prayers.
“Ravial… Ravial… please…”
“Please what?” My voice was wrecked, raw.
“Please… more… mi no save… but mi want…”
That was all I needed.
I slammed home in one brutal stroke.
She screamed again, back bowing, pussy clamping down so hard stars exploded behind my eyes.
I held still, balls deep, shaking with the effort not to move.
“Fuck. You’re choking my cock, baby. So tight. So fucking perfect.”
I pulled out slow, nearly all the way, then sank back in.
Again.
Again.
Slow, deep, punishing strokes that had her clawing the sheets and babbling in that sweet island tongue, completely undone beneath me.
“Ravial… mi feel you everywhere… mi stomach… mi heart… you too deep…”
I flipped her over again, wanted to watch her face.
Hooked her knees over my elbows, spread her wide, and started fucking her in earnest.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes locked on mine, wet, wrecked, beautiful.
“This is what it feels like to be owned by the devil, little lamb.
I fucked her like the world was ending.
The headboard cracked against the wall, bam—bam—bam—bam, like a war drum. Every thrust slammed her tiny body up the sheets and dragged her back down onto my cock.
“Listen,” I growled, laughing dark and filthy. “Every servant in this house hears you getting fucked right now. They know their master is splitting his little wife open.”
“Ahhhhh,” She screamed again, high and broken, tears pouring down her temples into her hair.
“Ravial…too much….plis…slow….”
I slapped her pussy, sharp, wet smack right on her swollen clit.
She jolted like lightning hit her.
“Mine,” I snarled. “Because you were made for this cock. Made to take it raw and cry pretty for me.”
Another slap. Another scream.
I looked down and nearly lost my mind.
There it was, my cockhead bulging under the soft skin of her stomach every time I buried myself deep. A visible ridge moving inside her.
“Fuck. Look, baby.” I grabbed her shaking hand, forced it to her belly. “Feel your devil inside you. Right there. That’s me owning every inch.”
She felt it and sobbed harder, fingers pressing the bulge, eyes rolling back.
I shoved three fingers into her mouth.
“Suck. Taste how wet you are for my Cock.”
She did, instantly, greedy little tongue swirling, drool running down her chin while I pounded her into the mattress.
I pulled out sudden, flipped her again, face down, ass high.
Grabbed a fistful of that long black hair and yanked her head back.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” I slammed back in.
“You—Ravial—yours—only yours—”
I spanked her ass hard, red handprint blooming instantly.
“Wrong answer. Say it right, you belong to the Devil.”
“Belong to the devil! Belong to mi devil husband!”
Another spank, harder.
“Good girl.”
I reached under, squeezed one breast rough, slapped it, watched it bounce, then the other. Pinched her nipples until she squealed around my fingers still in her mouth.
I fucked her from behind like an animal, hips crashing, balls slapping her clit with every stroke.
The room smelled like sex and tears and her sweet island skin.
I pulled out again, spun her, lifted her clean off the bed.
She weighed nothing in my arms.
“Wrap your legs around me. Arms around my neck. Now.”
She obeyed, clinging to me, hr wet face buried in my shoulder.
I walked us around the bedroom, cock speared deep inside her, every step bouncing her on me.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Her screams echoed off the walls.
“Ravial—mi flyin—mi no kan—too deep—mi feel you in mi throat—”
I laughed, dark and breathless, slamming her down harder.
“That’s the point, little lamb. I want you to feel me everywhere. Want you to walk bow-legged tomorrow so everyone knows you’ve been fucked by your husband.”
I pinned her against the floor-to-ceiling window, cold glass on her back, my body burning against her front.
Pounded up into her while the night watched.
Her nails dug into my shoulders, drawing blood.
I loved it.
I carried her to the wall, slammed her back against it, wrapped one hand around her throat—not squeezing, just owning.
“Look at me when you come again.”
She did, eyes wide, lips swollen, mascara and tears streaking her cheeks.
I felt her pussy lock down, milking me, and I let myself go.
Came with a roar, flooding her so full it leaked down her thighs the second I pulled out.
But I wasn’t done.
I dropped to my knees, shoved her legs open, and licked her clean, my cum, her come, all of it while she shook and cried and tried to push my head away.
“No more…Ravial…mi sensitive,mi bae ded fr real—”
I stood, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and smiled down at her ruined, perfect body.
“You’re not dead, baby. You’re claimed.”
I scooped her limp little form into my arms, carried her to the bathroom, and stepped into the shower with her still impaled on my cock, already half-hard again.
Hot water poured over us.
I pressed her against the marble wall and started moving slow.
Round two had just begun.
And the devil always collects his due… all night long.
Water pounded down on us like punishment.
I had her back slammed against the marble, one hand gripping her throat, the other holding her thigh hooked high around my waist while I drilled into her so hard the glass wall shook.
Every thrust lifted her onto her toes, then slammed her back down onto my cock.
“Unh…unh…unh…Ravial…!”
Her voice cracked on every stroke, high and wrecked.
I squeezed her throat just enough to feel her pulse racing under my palm.
“Louder,” I snarled against her mouth. “Let the whole fucking villa know who’s breeding this tight little pussy tonight.”
She screamed, raw and broken.
“Ravial, ahh! Too…too deep, mi stomach, mi feel the snake in mi stomach…!”
I laughed, dark and vicious, and angled my hips so the head of my cock punched against that spot inside her that made her eyes roll white.
“Right there?” I slammed again. Again. Again. “That’s your womb, baby. I’m gonna put something in it one day. You’ll swell up pretty with my seed and everyone will know you got fucked raw by your husband.”
Her nails raked down my back, drawing blood.
“Mi…mi cumming, Ravial, mi cumming again….mi no kan……ahhh!”
Her pussy locked down so hard I had to fight to pull back out. I didn’t let her breathe. I just fucked her through it, water sluicing between us, her slick and my come mixing and running down her thighs in thick white rivers.
I spun her around, shoved her chest to the wall, kicked her legs wide.
Grabbed both her wrists and pinned them at the small of her back with one hand.
Then I spanked her ass, hard, left, right, left, right until both cheeks glowed angry red and she was sobbing and pushing back for more.
“You’ll speak when I tell you to speak,” I growled, slamming back inside her from behind. “You’ll look at men when I allow it. You’ll breathe when I fucking say so. Understand?”
“Yes…yes, mi understand, mi yours…mi only yours…ahh!”
Another brutal thrust.
I reached forward, fisted her soaked hair, yanked her head back until her spine arched like a bow.
“Say it in your language. I want to hear it pretty.”
“Mi blong yu…mi pus blong yu, mi bodibodi blong yu, Ravial…mi husband, take mi had…!”
I lost it.
I fucked her like I hated her.
Like I wanted to crawl inside her skin and live there forever.
The sound of wet flesh slapping wet flesh filled the shower, louder than the water.
Her legs gave out. I held her up by her hair and the arm twisted behind her back, pounding so hard her feet left the floor with every stroke.
“Ravial—mi bae ded—mi bae ded—mi cumming—mi—ahhhh—!”
She came again, squirting this time, hot and messy around my cock.
I pulled out, spun her, forced her down to her knees in the water.
“Open.”
She did, mouth wide, tongue out, tears and water streaming down her face.
I shoved in deep, hit the back of her throat.
She gagged, choked, drool pouring, but didn’t pull away.
I fucked her mouth slow and filthy, watching those innocent eyes water.
“That’s it. Take the snake down your throat like a good little wife.”
She moaned around me, the vibration making me groan.
I pulled out just long enough to slap my cock across her cheek—wet, heavy smacks—then shoved back in.
When I came, I held her nose and buried myself balls-deep, shooting straight down her throat.
She swallowed every drop, choking and crying and still trying to lick me clean.
I hauled her up, legs shaking, body limp.
Carried her back to bed soaking wet.
Threw her down on her stomach.
Crawled over her.
Bit the back of her neck like a beast claiming its mate.
And slid back in.
Slow this time.
Deep.
Possessive.
She was sobbing into the pillow, ass pushing back weakly, completely broken and still
begging in that tiny destroyed voice.
“Ravial… again… please… mi want again…”
I smiled against her skin, hips rolling slow and cruel.
“That’s right, little lamb.
You’ll take me until the sun comes up.
Until you forget every prayer you ever knew…
and the only word left on your tongue is my name.”
And I kept my promise.
All night long.