“Please, Ravok,” is all I have to say for him to replace his fingers with his thick cock.
He sinks into me with a deep, gusting sigh of bliss that pulls an answering cry from my lips. His sigh quickly morphs into a rough, guttural growl of hunger and desire. Ravok pulls back to the tip, making me almost feel its loss before thrusting back inside. He starts a slow, measured rhythm that has me begging.
“By Cryzor’s Might. Leelee, you feel so good.”
He starts to move then, sliding in and out of me in long, slow strokes. My fingers dig into the hard muscles of his back, wanting to draw him in even deeper.
I dig my heels into his ass, trying to get him to speed up, but he seems determined to draw this out. He tightens his arm around my waist, holding me in place for his thrusts. Then he places his other palm around the back of my neck. His hand is so big that his fingers almost completely enwrap my throat. His fingers are loose on my neck, but it feels like a brand of ownership. His thumb doesn’t press or squeeze, but gently strokes the skin over my pulse as if enjoying the rapid beat of my pounding heart.
The feel of his gigantic hand on my neck sends a heavy pulse of lust straight to my core. Ravok is so fucking big and strong that he makes me feel like a tiny delicate bird in the palm of his hand.
Letting go of my neck, He captures one of my hands and places it against his chest. I feel its thundering beat beneath my palm. “You are my heart, Leelee.”
I can’t respond, all I can do is gasp Ravok’s name as I arch my back and tighten my legs around him as his body rocks into mine. Every nerve in my body is alive with pleasure as he brings me closer and closer to the edge, our bodies in perfect harmony as we move together.
He finally speeds up his pace, hips snapping against mine. The slap of skin against skin echoes around us, and I feel the crest of my orgasm building.
“More. Harder,” I somehow manage to demand. Ravok gives me what I want, slamming into me with enough force to drive the air from my lungs with each thrust. It’s fucking amazing, and I can’t stop the breathy moans that are coming from me now.
“Ravok, I’m going to come,” I groan against his neck, the words muffled as I press my face into his skin.
I barely gasp out the words before my orgasm washes over me like a tsunami. Throbbing pleasure radiates out from my core in waves. My climax must trigger Ravok’s. He muffles his roar against my shoulder as he is swept up in his own peak.
A lingering pleasure ripples over my skin as we cling to one another. I feel so good that I should be glowing as brightly as the moon overhead. Ravok’s breath is ragged, matching mine as we lean against the tree trunk, trying to recover our equilibrium.
As he slips out of me, I feel empty as if he’s hollowed me out. He gathers me firmly into his arms with a gentleness that contradicts his alien strength, placing me back on my feet.
“I’ve got you, Leelee,” he murmurs, his voice laced with satisfaction and tenderness. He holds me carefully, making sure I’m steady on my feet. My legs wobble under me, feeling like jello so I’m glad he’s still holding my arms. Ravok wraps an arm around my waist and waits patiently as I regain my balance. Only when he’s sure that I am steady does he retract his supporting arm.
As we get dressed under the night sky in comfortable silence, my gaze finds his, his eyes glimmering. It’s as if they hold reflections of far-off galaxies, but at this moment, they’re just Ravok’s eyes, filled with something I’m too scared to name.
Hand in hand, we head back through the forest. This time, the only sounds around us are crickets, croaking frogs, and the soft calls of nocturnal birds. The smell of loam and pine is thick in the air. Our clothes cling to our bodies in this late-spring humidity as we wander the moonlit path back towards civilization.
As we emerge, the field where the concert had been held is mostly empty. The only people left are scurrying around the darkened stage, packing up the musical equipment.
“We should head back to the cabin. It looks like the party ended while we were busy,” I say with a teasing grin.
We start to turn toward the car when the moonlight catches something metallic and flashes brightly in the corner of my vision. Turning, I instantly recognize the wishing bell from my first day in town. I had completely forgotten about it.
“Oh, Ravok! It’s the wishing bell. Come on. You’ve got to make a wish before we head home. Koko said that it’s tradition.”
CHAPTER 47
Ravok
After Leelee explains the tradition of the wishing bell, I know there is only one thing I could wish for.
As I stand before the bell, the cold metal gleaming softly in the moonlight, I reach out. My hand grips the rope hanging from its center. My logic tells me that ringing this bell will not truly give me my heart’s desire.
Because I yearn for the impossible.
I wish I could spend the rest of my life with Leelee.
I murmur under my breath, a plea to the universe. I wish to be with Leelee, enveloped in her warm and bright existence, for the rest of my life.
Life among the stars feels empty now, devoid of any life, hollow in a way it wasn’t before.
Wrapping my fingers around the rope, I pull and release my wish into the cosmos. I let go, and the bell rings. Its resonant chime rolls out across the field. Its ring is deep, loud, and clear. In response, Leelee squeals delightfully. Her sound of joy is more beautiful than any star glow, warming me from within.
“Ravok…” she begins, her eyes wide and full of twinkling stars as she stares at me with the most incredible look. It sparks a heat in the cold core of my being, one she ignited the moment we crossed paths. “I hope you get what you wished for.”
A soft, rumbling laugh ripples from my chest, but my gut feels hollow knowing I will never get what I want. “Me too, Leelee.”
Leelee shivers, rubbing her arms as if cold, then suggests we return to the cabin.
Hand-in-hand, we turn to head back towards her vehicle. As we take the first step, I hear a voice exclaim, “It’s him! He’s here!”
As I turn to look towards the voice, before I can process the words, another loud, firm voice bellows, “Freeze!”
We halt. Pivoting simultaneously, we find the man from the other night – the one that had worried Leelee so – sprinting toward us, brandishing a weapon. His face is a tight mask of determination and fear. A feeling of protective anger clouds my vision, but my grip around Leelee’s hand remains firm.
“Oh my god, they’ve found us,” Leelee gasps. “Run, Ravok. Run!”
We turn and sprint for Leelee’s vehicle. I hear several voices calling out behind us, but we don’t look back. We just run.
I throw myself into the vehicle’s passenger seat as Leelee gets behind the wheel and starts the engine. She revs the engine, jerking the car out of the parking spot. The tires squeal against the pavement as they bite for grip. Leelee quickly turns the car around and races back towards the cabin.
