Chapter 149 Got You
“Mi Ravial, no no, stop, don’t come closer!” Leitana yelled, her laughter bursting out as she scrambled to the other side of the bed.
Ravial arched one brow, then lunged toward the right side where she stood. She shrieked, climbed onto the mattress, and jumped down to the left—now they’d switched places again.
“If you keep running, I’ll make it worse,” he warned, voice low and teasing.
She shook her head, arms crossed tight over her chest, grinning so wide her cheeks hurt. “Not fair, yu started it!”
“Come here now.”
He feinted right; she darted left. He corrected; she corrected back. Back and forth across the bed like kids playing tag until she ended up stranded in the middle, standing on the mattress, chest heaving, wild curls flying everywhere.
Ravial stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, looking far too pleased with himself.
“Come down right now, young woman, and I won’t punish you too much.”
She shook her head, stubborn. “No.”
“You bit me. I have to bite you back.”
Her brow creased. “Not fair! Yu bite all mi lap.” She spread her bare thighs apart, the black dress shirt riding up, white cotton panties barely covering anything. Pinkish-red marks, some already bruising purple scattered across the insides of her thighs and the soft tops like a map of last night. They trailed up the soft skin, marking every sensitive spot he’d found last night.
“You maw mi like some animal,” she complained, looking down at the evidence with a pout. “Mi tell yu stop last night but yu no listen, and now tonight yu wan’ continue? Mi jus’ bite yu once for payback!”
Ravial’s smile grew darker. “You called me an animal, my lamb.”
She nodded, unrepentant. “Luk! Is dis good? No, it’s not. So yu not supposed to bite mi back.”
He stepped closer, one knee pressing into the mattress. “Oh, but I am. Come here.”
She shook her head again, stubborn, and giggling.
In one fluid motion he vaulted onto the mattress.
Leitana shrieked and scrambled backward, but he was faster. He caught her ankle, tugged gently. She fell onto her back with a bounce, laughing so hard tears gathered in her eyes.
He crawled over her, knees bracketing her hips, hands planting on either side of her head.
“Got you,” he growled playfully.
She was still giggling, breathless, legs kicking playfully.
She tried to twist away, still laughing. “Mi Ravial—!”
His fingers dove under her arms, tickling mercilessly.
She exploded into laughter, twisting under him. “Stop! Stop! Mi will pee mi pants!”
He didn’t let up, fingers dancing along her ribs. “Go ahead. Pee. It’s not the first time you did that.”
She gasped, eyes wide. “Ahhh! Mi Ravial! Mi never pee mi pants before!”
He leaned down, lips brushing her earlobe. “Not like that,” he agreed, low and wicked. “But whenever I fuck you so good you squirt… that’s basically the same thing.”
Her face went pale, then flaming red. “Noooo! But yu told mi it’s water!”
Ravial laughed—low, wicked, the sound vibrating against her skin. “I lied, my lamb. It’s you losing your mind on my cock. And I love every messy drop of it.”
She gasped again, outraged. “Yu wicked man!”
He caught both her wrists in one hand, pinned them above her head.
“I am,” he said softly. “And you love me anyway.”
Leitana stilled beneath him, chest rising and falling fast. Her laughter faded into something softer, warmer.
She slid one hand into his hair, fingers threading gently through the dark strands. Ravial let his head rest on her stomach, ear pressed to the soft plane just below her navel, listening like he could already hear a heartbeat that wasn’t there yet.
“Soon mi belly will get bigger with pregnancy,” she whispered, voice turning dreamy. “Mi can’t wait.”
Ravial pressed a slow, reverent kiss right over the spot where their child was growing.
“And mi really want to tell Marita… and mi sisters in the orphanage. Dem go scream so loud when dem hear.”
“Soon you’ll be able to tell them,” he murmured against her skin. “I promise.”
Her stomach chose that exact second to let out a loud, rumbling growl.
Leitana froze. Then she slapped both hands over her face. “Oh God…”
Ravial lifted his head, lips twitching. “Hungry, my lamb?”
She peeked through her fingers, cheeks turning pink. “Shut up.”
He grinned, full and boyish in a way that only she ever saw. “That was impressive. Our little one is already loud.”
She smacked the top of his head. “Yu laughing at mi!”
“Never.” He caught her wrist, kissed the palm, then in one fluid motion scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing.
“Mi Ravial!” she shrieked, laughing again as he strode toward the door.
He didn’t slow down, ran full speed out of the bedroom, down the hallway, taking the stairs two at a time, ignoring the startled staffs who quickly averted their eyes and scurried away.
“Slow down! Mi go fall!”
He smacked her bottom once.
“Never,” he called back, voice warm and sure. “I’ve got you.”
She pounded lightly on his back, still giggling, hair swinging upside down. “Yu crazy man!”
“Your crazy man,” he corrected, hitting the bottom of the stairs and heading straight for the kitchen. “And you’re about to get fed before our baby starts eating the walls.”
Leitana dissolved into fresh laughter, clinging to him, heart so full it hurt in the best way.