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Sex with Ravyn was different in so many ways; each touch, each kiss stirred something primal within me. The feeling before, during, and after was like none I’d ever felt. And that was the reason I was certain she was the one for me.
I had a bad habit of being repulsed by my lovers after sex, but with her, it was different. Ravyn had unlocked something inside me, something that I wasn’t ready to name yet.
Chapter 23 —Ravyn
I lay in bed the following morning, my hair sprawled beneath my head as I stared absently into space. A faint grin was playing on my lips, the images of last night flashing in my mind. I still found it hard to believe that it finally happened—we had sex.
It was the most mind-blowing and most satisfying sex I’d had in a really long time. Maybe that was why I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. I’d imagined how it would feel to have Lev buried deep inside me, and honestly, it exceeded my expectations.
The man was such a good kisser, excellent with his fingers. I’d never come just from being fingered before. Never. But he broke the record, printing his name and his face at the back of my mind. I couldn’t help feeling like he’d marked me, branded me as his, because why the hell couldn’t I get him out of my head?
I’d been lying in bed for the past thirty minutes since I woke up this morning. What was I doing? I was busy replaying the incident from last night. The scent of his cologne still lingered in the room, reminding me of the crazy things he’d done to me in the library.
His kiss was as electrifying as his touch, and when he pulled me to himself, every cell in my body came alive. Lev was a man who understood the anatomy of a woman’s body. He took his time to explore every part of me as though he was memorizing my curves and contours.
He knew where to touch me, when to touch me, and how to do so. It was a skill honed from years of experience and practice. And it shouldn’t bother me how many women he’d made feel this good, but I couldn’t help feeling jealous. The factthat another woman had experienced what he’d done to me last night nearly ruined my mood.
However, I wouldn’t let it. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. Lev made sure he left a lasting impression on me; he gave me something to occupy my mind with. The mere thought of the way he handled last night sent shivers down my spine.
I hadn’t felt so alive in a really long time, and thanks to him, I felt like a woman again. His deep, husky voice echoed in my head, his words still taking a toll on me even right this second.
“Look at you, falling apart on my fingers.”
My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and both my palms covered my face in shame. I didn’t mean to spill my juice all over the floor, and honestly, I was still in shock that he made me squirt with just his fingers. Like I said, it had never happened to me before.
In my defense, I had tried all I could to hold it back. I tried to stay composed. But with that much adrenaline coursing through my blood—that much sensation sprinting through my body—it was impossible to remain calm. The man made sure that I had no other choice but to release.
It was so embarrassing, especially because I fought so hard and still lost. But did I really lose, though? That feeling when my dam shattered, my legs trembled, and my whole body convulsed felt like heaven. It was ecstatic and breathtaking. Literally.
In the heat of the moment, I thought my heart was going to give out, considering how overwhelmed I was with emotions. My pussy was hot—slippery, but hot. And when he finally penetrated me, it was like a veil was taken off my face, like my eyes were open for the first time.
It’s true what they say: “You don’t know what you have until you lose it.” But it’s also true that you don’t know what you’ve been missing until it arrives.
That was the case with me; I hadn’t realized what I’d been missing out on until last night. Lev was a better lover than I could’ve possibly imagined. With just his fingers and his cock, the man took me to places I didn’t know existed in my head.
He made me feel like a woman again—showed me a glimpse of what he was capable of doing to me in bed. No man had ever given me so much pleasure the way he did. Lev was on a whole other level when it came to pleasing a woman. He worked on my body like he owned every inch of it—and he just might.
Lev ignited a fire inside me and then stoked the flames until I was consumed. His touch felt incredible, and I was quickly moaning his name. It didn’t matter how turned on I was; I never called my lover’s name out loud during our first time together. It was like a rule. However, with Lev, things were different; his name spilled from my lips multiple times without my permission. I wasn’t sure how he managed to pull that off, but he did. I moaned his name over and over again despite myself.
Lev toiled with my feelings last night; he stirred up lust, anxiety, pleasure, and shame. All at the same time. He guided me through different layers of emotions in a matter of seconds, leaving me completely unraveled and satisfied in the end.
As I lay in bed this morning, all I could think about was him and how soon we would recreate what happened last night. He wasn’t selfish—Lev didn’t make the sex solely about himself. No. In fact, he made it all about me—like it was his mission to make me feel so good and satisfied.
I should be embarrassed about what happened, how I lost control, and the things I said I wasn’t proud of. But I wasn’t. Despite how quickly I surrendered to him like some cheapwhore, I didn’t regret anything I did or said under the influence of my own lust.
I asked him to fuck me harder, admitted to being owned by him, and begged him not to stop fucking me. These were all things I’d never have said to a man I was having sex with for the first time. Never. These words weren’t said freely; they were earned by commitments and several other trials.
But with Lev, I threw all my standards, rules, and policies out the window without thinking twice.
Fuck, I even called him “Daddy.”
This man had no idea what he’d unlocked within me, the flames he’d ignited, and the depth of my soul he’d touched. It wasn’t just about the sex; it was more than that on so many levels.
I felt connected to him during and after the sex; our hearts beat as one. And when I looked into his eyes, they weren’t so cold and lifeless anymore; they had a spark in them. There was something about the way he fucked me—almost reverent—like my body was something to be adored.
At some point during the sex, every touch felt like he was worshipping—with his mouth, his hands, and his cock. Oh, his cock—his long, veiny cock that stretched me out. Whenever he buried himself in me, I felt him deep in my stomach.
Before now, I used to think Lev was the kind to go straight to the point—fuck, cum, and call it a day. But he proved me wrong; he showed me a side of him that I didn’t know existed.
