Chapter 25 —Ravyn #2
“It’s breathtaking,” I answered. “I can almost see the whole city from up here.”
He paused for a while. “This is my favorite spot. I come out here to think, clear my head.”
“Ah-ah, buddy,” I teased, turning to face him, my lips curling to a faint grin. “This might’ve been your favorite spot, but it’s mine now. Stick to your study. Nobody’s taking that from you.”
He raised his brows, his expression softening by a whisper. “So that’s how it is now.”
“Yep.” I beamed at him—didn’t mean to, but I couldn’t help myself.
My eyes swept over his body, stripped from the waist upward. The sight of his chiseled abs and broad torso left me almost breathless, as though this was the first time I was seeing him shirtless. I drank in his masculinity, and just like that, a familiar warmth spread across my body.
“What’re you doing out here anyway?” I asked, attempting to fill the awkward silence.
He drew nearer, closing the distance between us. The way his eyes darted across my body sent jolts of electricity coursing through me. He was too close, and now I was struggling with the erotic thoughts creeping into my mind.
I’d always wanted to be fucked on a balcony in the cover of night. It was one of my sexual fantasies, and it wouldn’t be bad at all if I checked that off the list tonight.
My heart was pounding like a drum, my palms sweaty all of a sudden.
He had that hunger in his eyes—like he’d devour me at any moment from now. God, that’s exactly what I wanted!
I was fine just a couple of seconds ago, but his presence, his aura, had turned me on in the blink of an eye. I should hate how vulnerable I was around him. But I didn’t. I enjoyed my vulnerability, enjoyed the dominance he exuded.
Lev stopped before me, his imposing frame towering over me. “I wanted to thank you for standing up for me tonight,” he said, a glimpse of gratitude dancing in his eyes.
My brain almost went blank as I held his gaze, but luckily for me, there was still a thread of sanity that I could tug at. And I did, regaining my composure.
“It’s, uh….” I lowered my head, fingers pushing some hair strands behind my ear. “It’s nothing really.”
I wanted to ask him who Valarian Tarasov was, but I couldn’t bring myself to ruin this moment. We’d talk about that some other time, but for now, I’d rather focus on the present.
The air was charged with sexual tension, and his eyes wouldn’t stop sweeping over my body. The sheer lace chemise I wore was see-through, revealing the curve of my breasts and my underwear.
He didn’t mask his desire, didn’t bother hiding how attractive he thought I was. He didn’t say it out loud, but he didn’t have to; it was etched in his gaze. His eyes drank in the shape of my body, the curve of my breasts, and the panties underneath.
The lust flickering in his eyes ignited a fire within me, and it wouldn’t stop burning.
“Is there something on your mind?” I asked, my voice low and seductive.
He hesitated, his gaze dropping to my cleavage before settling on my face again. “Yes, there is.”
“Would you like to share?” I whispered, my heart hammering in my chest.
His lips curled into a mischievous grin. “Why don’t I show you instead?”
Before my brain could process his words, he pulled me close, his lips crashing onto mine. The kiss was fiery—tongues swirling in our mouths with his hands all over my body.
We devoured each other’s lips until he broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, “You smell so good.”
A cold shiver ran down my spine, and a bright smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. He kissed the nape of my neck as I dipped back, basking in the euphoria of his touch.
He palmed my breasts over the fabric of my dress, one at a time. My hands traversed his broad torso, feeling the ridges of my abs beneath my skin. A soft purr escaped me as his gentle squeezes on my boobs eased the tension hanging on my shoulders.
He fondled my breasts with a massaging motion, slow and reverent. Lost in a sea of ecstasy, I let out a throaty moan, my hands caressing his head. He leaned in, pulling me closer to himself, his erection grazing my thighs.
With one arm around my waist, he held me in place, and with the other, he slid up my thigh.
“Fuck,” I moaned quietly, my heartbeat steadying by the minute. “Oh, my goodness, that’s so good,” I confessed the second his fingers found their way underneath my panties.
Lev took his time to finger my pussy, slowly and gently. Each stroke fanned the flames ignited within me, drawing raw, unrestrained moans from my lips.
He turned me around soon after, and I gripped the cool railing for support. Lev spanked my ass, forcing a cry out of me. He did it again and again, my moan growing louder on each strike. He slipped both hands under the hem of my dress and withdrew my panties.
I was still wondering what he was about to do to me when he dropped to his knees behind me. Lev gently parted my legs, grabbed my ass, and split it in two.
“Wha—what’re you doing?” I whispered, my heart racing in anticipation.
He didn’t reply with words; the chill of his tongue on my asshole said it all.
“Ohhh, my God!” I gasped, my grip tightening around the railing. “Fuck.”
He buried his face between my butt cheeks and rapidly flicked the tip of his tongue over my exit. I gripped the railing tighter as if anchoring myself to reality. The feeling was electric, especially when he moved his tongue in slow circles around my a-hole.
While he was doing that, his right hand traveled to my front. And before the next moan could fall off my lips, he was already fingering my pussy.
“Oh, God, that’s so good!” I cried out, legs trembling beneath me. I felt his tongue pushing in through my hole with deadly precision.
My face contorted in pleasure, heart swelling with desire as though it was about to explode at any time. My hand snapped behind me, fingers caressing the back of his head. Lev licked my exit hole like it was a delicious plate of food.
My toes curled, tremors sprinting down my core. Lev was so good with his mouth that he made my ass water. I wasn’t sure how he’d done it, but he had, and the feeling was ecstatic.
“Oh, Lev, please…” I whimpered, needing his cock in my butthole so badly.
He didn’t stop eating, and I couldn’t stop moaning his name.
The stars and the full moon bore witness to our bond as Lev unlocked a different version of me. The more I begged him to take him, the more he made me wait.
Once he was done torturing me, he rose to his feet behind me and withdrew his cock. My eyes widened when his shaft slowly and gently penetrated my exit hole. I could literally feel my ass stretching out the deeper he drove into it.
It was a sweet pain—one that jolted across my body like electricity.
“Is it all in?” I whispered, my voice strained with overwhelming pleasure.
He withdrew slightly, then pushed back inside with an even more gentle stroke. I felt like I was being deflowered all over again. How could something be so painful yet so sweet at the same time?
Lev repeated the process over and over again until my ass was comfortable accommodating his cock. His thrusts started out slow, but with time, his pace gradually quickened. Every so often, he’d spank my ass while driving into it with a gentle force.
By now, the feeling was more sweet than painful, and I didn’t want him to stop. Not yet.
“Pull my hair,” I said, my voice cracking under the weight of ecstasy.
He reached out and grabbed a handful, then tugged at it, his waist grinding with unrelenting force.
“Yes, yes, yes—” I moaned, squeezing my breasts with one hand. “Go harder. I can take it.”
He spanked my ass again and quickened his pace while still pulling my hair.
My eyes squeezed shut, lips parted in a silent scream as I gripped the railing tighter. “Harder, Daddy, harder.”
I forgot for a moment that it was my ass he was ramming like that, not my pussy. It was so good I couldn’t tell the difference.
He slowed down, then withdrew his cock for a second, but I wouldn’t have it.
“No, no, no, put it back inside,” I objected, my voice soft but urgent.
Lev beat the slit between my butt with his staff before going back in through my exit. My breasts bounced back and forth, nipples grazing over the cool balcony railing.
“Yes, Daddy, just like that—ahh… huh. Hmm. Ahhh!” I bit my lower lip and stuck out my tongue for no reason.
“You naughty little devil,” he whispered, his voice deep and husky. “You like it, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He pushed deeper and rammed my ass harder and harder until my moans graduated to pleasured screams.
He didn’t stop, not even after he let out a primal growl.
“Can you cum in my butthole, please?” I whimpered, desperate to feel him inside. “Do it…just do it.”
He pushed deeper with an unrelenting force and then exploded inside my asshole. His groan was like that of a wounded beast—guttural in every way.
I cried out in ecstasy, my legs trembling beneath me. “My God, it’s so warm.”
He emptied himself inside as I’d requested, then gently pulled out.
Overwhelmed with pleasure, I gripped the railing for support as my legs felt too weak to carry my weight.
His load dripped out of my ass, and my thighs brushed against each other in response to the sensation coursing through my blood.
I dropped to my knees, gazing down at the city sprawled beneath us, wondering what the hell Lev had done to me. I was in awe of his skills—his ability to make me feel alive in different ways.
“Fuck,” I murmured, sitting on my heels, one hand bracing the railing, the other combing through my hair.
I looked up at him, speechless. Satisfied. But speechless. His expression was softer than before—way softer than before, meaning he enjoyed the anal sex as much as I did.
Lev leaned down and carried me in his arms without saying a word. It was almost like he read my mind because I was too weak to walk. It was the least he could do after destroying my ass anyway.
Quietly, he walked back into our bedroom without groaning or even flinching at my weight. I placed my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
I wasn’t sure what Lev and I were to each other outside the contract of marriage. I couldn’t find a name or the right term to describe our relationship. But whatever this was between the two of us, I believed it had the potential to be better.