Chapter 46 The Only Body I Want
LEITANA
“Is my cute little wife pouting?” Ravial murmured, lips brushing open-mouthed kisses along my neck.
Every kiss sent sweet shivers down my spine and made my sore pussy clench again, even though it still ached from him.
“Hmm,” he hummed against my skin, and his big hand wrapped gentle but firm around my throat from the front. I didn’t even notice I was leaning back into his touch until my head rested on his shoulder.
“Fuck,” he cursed low, and that dirty word coming from him made me tremble all over again.
“You’re so responsive to me, little lamb… it drives me insane. Knowing I’m the first man who ever touched you, the only man who ever will… fucking hell, it makes me lose my mind.”
My mouth fell open, heart racing.
We just finished, but my body still wanted more. Wanted him.
Then the guilt slammed back in.
“No… no touch mi,” I tried to pull away, but he only laughed soft and locked his legs around my waist, keeping me right there on the edge of the bed, back against his chest.
“So tell me, little lamb,” he whispered, hand sliding down my bare chest, over my trembling belly. “Why is my pretty wife upset with her husband?”
I tried to glare, but his thumb found my clit and started rubbing slow, sweet circles.
“Ohhh…” I moaned instead, hips moving on their own.
He chuckled, warm against my ear.
“I asked you a question, baby. You don’t answer… maybe you’re not upset at all.”
My eyes snapped open.
He flicked my clit, not hard, just enough to make me jump and I grabbed his wrist.
He caught both my hands in one of his, pinned them gentle but firm behind my back.
“You’re still leaking my cum,” he said softly, voice full of wonder.
I looked down, my face burned and saw his thick white seed still dripping slow from my swollen folds, making a little puddle on the floor.
“Ravial…” I whispered, voice shaking with shame and something warmer.
“Mi sister… she stand right there at di door… yu see her… an yu still… still put yu ting inside mi?”
He chuckled slightly and kissed my cheek, then my lips, soft and slow.
“Yes, Little lamb,” he said against my mouth, sliding two fingers back inside me, slow, scooping his own cum and pushing it deep again.
“I saw her. I wanted her to see.”
I gasped, hips rocking even though I tried to stay still.
He kissed me again, swallowing the sound.
“I wanted her to watch me take care of what’s mine,” he whispered, fingers moving gentle now, rubbing my walls, making soft wet sounds.
“I wanted her to know this pussy only ever opens for me. These moans only ever come for me. This body, this heart, this pretty little soul… all mine.”
Another slow kiss.
“You don’t need to feel bad, little lamb,” he said, voice so soft it made new tears come, but good ones this time.
“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I’ll keep you safe. Keep you happy. Keep you full of me every single day, okay?”
He pulled his fingers out slow, brought them to my lips.
I opened without thinking, tasting us both.
He smiled against my temple.
“That’s my good girl.
Now no more crying tonight.
Just let me hold you.
Let me own and love you the only way I know how… completely.”
He wrapped both arms around me tight, pulling me back down into the sheets, tucking me against his chest.
And for the first time since I ran into this room, the guilt went quiet.
Because being held by him felt like the safest
place in the whole world.
And I believed every word he said.