Chapter 241: Only You, Little Lamb

LEITANA

The jet cruised smoothly through the clouds, the cabin quiet except for the low hum of the engines. Leitana sat curled against Ravial’s side, her head on his shoulder as he fed her pieces of fresh fruit from a plate the attendant had brought.

“Open,” he murmured, holding a strawberry to her lips.

She obeyed, biting it gently, then looked up at him with soft, tired eyes. “Mi Ravial… yu don’t have to feed me like a baby.”

He raised an eyebrow beneath his blindfold, lips curving. “Until I’m sure you’re strong again, I will feed you, carry you, and watch you breathe if I have to.” He kissed her forehead. “Let me be selfish with you, little lamb. It keeps me sane.”

Leitana blushed and smiled, snuggling closer. “Yu are very dramatic… but mi like it.”

Ravial rubbed slow circles over her belly, whispering soft, possessive promises about burning the world for her and their son. She listened with a happy, lovesick smile.

Eventually, she shifted uncomfortably. “I need to use the restroom.”

He helped her up immediately, hands steady on her waist. “Call me if you feel dizzy.”

“I’m fine,” she said, kissing his cheek before heading to the luxurious bathroom at the back of the jet.

A few minutes later, as she washed her hands, she overheard the flight attendant speaking to Ravial.

“Mr. Ashbourne, would you like anything else? More wine… or something sweeter?” The woman’s voice lingered, overly sweet, her body leaning slightly forward in her tight uniform.

Leitana’s stomach twisted. When she stepped out, the attendant gave her a polite smile. “Mrs. Ashbourne, can I get you anything?”

Leitana shook her head and returned to her seat, one hand resting protectively on her bump. She plopped down beside Ravial and crossed her arms, pouting.

He immediately placed a large hand on her exposed thigh, thumb stroking gently. “What is it, my princess?”

She turned her face away.

Ravial tried again, sliding his hand higher. She pushed it away. He frowned, confused, and reached once more. She pushed harder.

“Leitana,” he said, voice dropping into that dangerous, possessive tone. “What is wrong with my wife?”

She finally turned to him, eyes shiny with irrational pregnancy tears. “Yu let her smile at yu like dat,” she mumbled. “With her tight skirt and… big butt. Mi no like it.”

Ravial stared at her for a beat. Then a slow, extremely satisfied smirk spread across his face.

“My jealous little lamb,” he purred, leaning in until his lips brushed her ear. “You think I even noticed her?”

He took her hand and pressed it firmly against his thigh, then higher, letting her feel how hard he already was. “The only woman I see—the only woman I want—is the one carrying my child and currently sulking because another woman breathed in my direction.”

Leitana’s pout softened, but she still kept her arms crossed. Ravial chuckled and pulled her onto his lap, right there in the seat.

“You are the only one who makes me like this,” he whispered against her neck, pressing her down against his hardness. “No one else. Never anyone else.”

She melted a little, grinding slowly against him. “Mi still no like how she looked at yu…”

Ravial kissed her deeply, one hand cradling her bump. “Then I’ll fire her when we land.”

“Mi Ravial, yu no serious!”

“Watch me.”

Leitana shook her head quickly, hands on his chest. “No. She didn’t do anything wrong. Yu are very handsome… very powerful. Any woman will look. Mi just… mi no like sharing yu with their eyes.”

His smirk softened. She shifted in his lap, pushing her dress up around her waist and tugging at his belt with determination. Ravial groaned low as she freed his thick, heavy cock.

“Leitana…” he rasped.

She moved her panties aside, lined herself up, and sank down slowly. A long, broken moan escaped her as inch after inch stretched her open. When she was fully seated, every thick inch buried deep, she whimpered, “So good… mi feel so full.”

Ravial’s hands gripped her hips, steadying her. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

Leitana began to ride him, slow at first, then faster, hips rolling with growing need. The wet, filthy sounds of their bodies filled the private cabin. Ravial thrust up to meet her, one hand always protective on her belly.

“That’s it, little lamb,” he growled against her throat. “Take what’s yours. Ride me.”

“Mi Ravial… ahh!” she cried, nails digging into his shoulders. “Only yu… only yu can make mi feel like dis…”

“Mine,” he snarled, thrusting harder. “All fucking mine.”