Chapter 36 Bucket list
LEITANA
“Ahhh,” my mouth fell open in a moan as his lips brushed higher, higher, hot breath fanning over the damp cotton between my legs.
He hooked one finger under the edge of my panties and tugged them aside like they offended him. Cool air kissed my bare skin, then his mouth, warm, soft, sinful, pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss right on my lips.
I jerked so hard my knees knocked the dashboard.
“Ravial!” I gasped, hands flying to his hair. “No… no, dat place dirty, yu can’t….”
He didn’t stop. His tongue slid out, one long, lazy lick from bottom to top, and my whole body lit up like lightning hit me.
“Dirty?” he murmured against me, voice rough and amused. “Little lamb, nothing on you could ever be dirty to me.”
Another lick, slower this time, parting me open. I cried out, hips bucking on their own.
“Yu… yu mouth down there… it no right,” I whimpered, even while my thighs tried to close around his head.
He chuckled, dark and hungry, and held my legs open with one big hand on each knee.
“Everything about you is right,” he said, then sucked gently on that tiny spot that made my vision go white.
My head fell back against the seat. A broken sound left my throat, half moan, half plea.
“Ravial… it too much… mi feel like mi dying…”
He hummed against me, the vibration shooting straight through my belly.
“Then die for me, baby,” he whispered, lips brushing my clit. “I’ll bring you back every time.”
His tongue circled, lapping softly. One thick finger slipped inside me again, curling just right, and I shattered, thighs shaking around his ears, fingers pulling his hair so hard it must hurt.
I came with a long, shaking cry, his name spilling from my lips like a hymn.
He didn’t stop until the last tremor left me boneless and gasping. Only then did he press one final, gentle kiss to my swollen folds, fixed my panties back in place like he was tucking me in, and crawled up my body.
His mouth found mine. I tasted myself on his tongue, salty, strange, perfect.
“Good girl,” he breathed against my lips, voice wrecked. “So sweet when you fall apart for me.”
I could only cling to him, heart pounding, legs still trembling.
He tucked me into his chest, one hand stroking my hair, the other still resting possessively between my thighs over the damp cotton.
“Breathe, little lamb,” he murmured, kissing my temple.
I buried my burning face in his neck and nodded, too shy and too happy to speak.
My husband has just eaten me alive in the front seat of his car.
And I had never felt so cherished in my whole life.
Then I felt something hard pressing against my butt.
I shifted a little, confused. It was big, hot, poking right under me like a thick stick trapped in his trousers. My eyes went wide.
I looked down between us and saw it was his snake.
Standing straight up, pushing against the fabric like it wanted to break free.
My face burned.
“Ravial…” I whispered, worried. “Yu snake… it look like it hurting yu bad.”
He opened his eyes, saw where I was staring, and a low, rough laugh left his throat.
“It’s not pain, little lamb,” he said, voice tight. “It’s the opposite.”
I didn’t understand. I reached out, brave and shy at the same time, and put my small palm over the big bulge. It jumped under my hand, hot as fire, hard as iron.
He hissed through his teeth, hips jerking once like I’d burned him.
“Leitana…”
“It uncomfortable, no?” I asked, stroking gently because I didn’t know what else to do. “It so big now… look like it pain yu. Tell mi what mi can do, plis. I wan help yu same way yu help mi.”
His hand shot out and closed around my wrist, not hard, but firm. His chest was rising and falling fast.
“You don’t have to do anything,” he rasped. “I’m fine.”
But he wasn’t fine. I could feel it throbbing under my palm, feel the heat, the way it strained toward my touch like it had a mind of its own.
Very carefully he lifted me off his lap and put me back in my own seat. I felt empty without him under me. He adjusted himself with one hand, wincing a little, then started the car again.
“I’ll live,” he said, voice rough but soft. “Today is for you.”
I stared at the ridge in his trousers the whole drive. It stayed hard, huge, impossible. My mouth went dry. A strange, fluttery feeling started low in my belly again.
Papa God, I thought, cheeks on fire, is it bad that mi want to kiss him there too? Same way he kissed mi?
The idea made me feel dirty and excited all at once. Dirty because… boys pee from there. Excited because he made me feel so good with his mouth, and I wanted to make him shake like that too.
He must have felt me staring because he reached over, laced our fingers, and squeezed.
“Stop worrying, baby,” he murmured. “When you’re ready, I’ll teach you everything. No rush.”
I nodded, but my eyes kept sliding back to the snake that refused to calm down.
One day soon, I promised myself, mi go help him.
Even if it feel wrong.
Even if it scare me a little.
Because he is my husband.
And I want to make him feel the same heaven he just gave me.
I squeezed his hand back and whispered, so quiet I wasn’t sure he heard:
“One day… mi go kiss it better for yu.”
His fingers tightened around mine so hard it almost hurt.
The car sped up just a little.
And under the blindfold, I swear he smiled like a man who’d just been promised the stars.
I stepped out of the car with his help, my hand in his large ones, and he closed the door behind me. The afternoon sun was warm on my skin.
I looked around and my breath stopped.
We stood in front of a palace made of glass and gold. The sign above the doors said HARRY WINSTON in shining letters. Everything sparkled so bright it hurt my eyes.
Two men in black suits opened the doors like we were royalty. Inside, it was quiet and empty, only us. Diamonds everywhere, bigger than fruits from my island, shining under soft lights.
I turned to him, voice small.
“Ravial… what is this place?”
He looked down at me, eyes soft but burning.
“This,” he said, “is the place where I had your bucket list made.”
I blinked. “Bucket… list?”
He nodded once, slow.
“It’s a special thing,” he said softly. “A bucket list. It’s just a list where you write down all the things you want to do in your life, every dream, every goal, every ‘one day I want’ moment. You put it on the list, and then you try to make it happen. Starting today.”
He didn’t say why today.
He didn’t say because time is short.
But I felt it in my bones.
I knew.
My throat closed up. Tears pricked my eyes.
Before I could speak, a tall man in a perfect black suit walked toward us, smiling like he knew a secret.
“Sir,” he said to Ravial, bowing a little. “It’s ready. Please, this way.”
Ravial took my hand tighter.
“Come, little lamb.”
We followed the man through a hidden door, down a hallway lined with mirrors, into a private room lit only by soft golden light.
In the middle of the room, on a black velvet p
edestal, sat something covered with a silk cloth.
The man looked at Ravial. Ravial nodded.
He lifted the cloth.
My heart dropped straight to my feet.