Page 151 of The Chains You Defy

I was stark naked, and I didn’t even care much, apart from the torn clothes.

His arms reverted to their former position, teasing my breasts and caressing my stomach.

“Di—oh my gods.” In my attempt to reprimand him some more, I hadn’t realized how his hand had slipped lower, between my legs, and his fingers parted my center.

“You’re already so wet for me, Naya.”

“Silly. That’s because…we’re in the…water.”

“Oh, sweet innocent human. No, this is all you. Your body weeps for me in anticipation. And now, shush. Let me make you feel good.”

As if he wanted to prevent me from answering, his fingers eagerly found the small bundle of nerves already aching for his touch, and there was almost a fervent agency in his movements. Nothing of the slight, teasing build-up he’d treated me to when he’d touched me like this last time, no. Only the full intent to bring me to blistering heights as fast as possible.

And he succeeded in his efforts. Liquid fire flooded my core under his ministrations, my heartbeat—already too rapid for comfort—sped up, and the first moan of many tumbled from my lips. As he resumed peppering my skin with kisses and bites, the fire transformed into lava, burning me from the inside.

“See how fast you respond to my touch?” Another circle around my clit. “How quickly I brought you close to your climax?” A pressured brush was accompaniedby the tiniest bit of pain, which elevated the pleasure currently holding me hostage.

Just a bit more, just—

Dion’s fingers ceased their movement, and I winced, chasing his touch with my hips but finding none. Instead, the bastard chuckled.

“Dion. Why—”

“Answer a question first.”

“Now?”

“No better way to get some secrets out of you.” His index finger returned to my clit, but the contact was the barest of touches, enough to keep me close to insanity, but not nearly as much as I needed him.

“I should have listened when you told me you’re evil.”

“Oh Naya, Naya, do you believe mouthing off in this situation will do you any favors?” A finger dipped into my core, and I gasped.

“Please, Dion.” Who needed dignity when you craved something so much you could die on the spot? Not me, obviously.

“Only if you confess what fantasy you entertained when you were touching yourself in Amalach.”

Although I’d decided earlier to push my shyness away, I couldn’t help the blood shooting back to my cheeks. And Dion, the bastard, slipped a second finger into me and used his thumb to put more pressure on my clit, winding me tighter once more.

“That’s a secret…one I’ll never reveal.”

Oh, this delectable, tiny creature in my arms. After everything, she was still sassing me, even though I had her completely at my mercy. “Mmh.”

She was getting closer to her climax, the tension in her body, the arch of her sweet, biteable neck—she’d wear my marks all over her for days, I’d make sure of that—and the music of her moans so expressive, I could play her like an instrument. And she was my favorite one ever.

And just as her muscles went taut, I withdrew my hand another time. An outcry alerted me to her frustration; her attempt to chase my touchhad me stifle a moan as well, as she pressed her ass against my cock. She’d realize soon enough how much she affected me, but only after I toyed with her some more. She might be angry because I was edging her, but she had no idea I was preparing her for everything I’d planned for her.

Fuck, I still couldn’t believe that she’d agreed.

“Answer me, Nayana.”

“Bossy, dominating bastard.”

“Obviously, you can still think too clearly.” Resuming to tease her wet, hot center, I was so finely tuned to her reactions as if we’d been together like this for many winters. “I can do this for hours on end, Naya. Can you?”

She cried out as I once more slipped my index finger into her core, which was gripping me like a vise.

Fuck, how would she feel around my cock? I was dying to find out, but I needed to be careful. Not only had Nayana endured violation in her past; no, she’d also never slept with a male before.