Page 153 of The Chains You Defy

Empowered by this wish, I dared to touch his toned chest, the expanse of skin over muscle right in front of me. There was a slight hitch in our kiss as he drew in a sharp breath, and emboldened by his reaction, I continued roaming the wall of pure strength, exploring, caressing.

Breaking the kiss, Dion’s lips trailed down my jaw until he reached his favorite spot once more, the crook of my neck. He buried his nose and took a deep, shuddering inhale, followed by a seductive growl as me teasing his nipple took him by surprise.

And then he bit me again, almost breaking my skin, but an electric current shot through my veins, and I knew without a doubt he was planning to get revenge for my attempts to unravel him, the dominant bastard.

Our hands explored each other, sensual yet hungry, and I found myself quickly annoyed by the piece of cloth separating us.

“I’m naked, and you’re not. That’s not fair.”

“You’re right. Simply unacceptable.” And then, he grabbed his pants and, just as with my garment earlier, strained the fabric so much that the nuisance tore apart.

He must have caught my surprised expression, because he chuckled. “My patience is wearing thin.”

So, that meant both Dion and I were naked. For the first time, I was lying in the arms of a nude male, on the verge of the throes of passion I’d only heard about, and my throat bobbed a little.

According to Rewi, the male phallus came in different shapes and forms, and most of them weren’t very attractive. She’d told me once that, yes, visually, penises were sometimes downright weird and often shared stories about her newest conquest’s anatomy. From her, I’d also learned that size alone didn’t matter, that girth was preferable over length, and that she didn’t give a flying fuck—her expression, not mine—about visuals and size, as long as the man in question could use his equipment with skill.

As Dion removed the remnants of his swimming pants, I stared into his face in an attempt not to pry.

“You can look at me, you know that, right?”

“Sure.”

“As adorable as you are when shyness overcomes you, there’s no need for that.” And with those words, he gently took my chin between his fingers and directed my gaze lower. Of course, closing my eyes would have been an option, and his guidance was slow enough—most likely on purpose—that if I wanted to do so, I could have, but I stopped myself from clinging to propriety. If I wasn’t able to look at him, how should I…uhm…let him in?

When my eyes methim, I sucked in a deep breath. Whatever I’d predicted after my best friend’s tales, it hadn’t beenthat. Shapely and standing proudly at attention, his manhood was rather beautiful.

But honestly, what had I expected? This male was perfection incarnate. Of course, whoever had created him wouldn’t have dared to model one part of him as anything less than perfect.

And size-wise—again, relating to the stories—he appeared to be very well proportioned, both in itself and to Dion’s physique. However, this struck me as a problem.

“I’m not sure your manhood will fit.”

“Manhood?” He chuckled, grabbed my chin again, and made me gaze up at him. “The only one I’d maybe tolerate calling my cock manhood is an Ivreian medical professional, but not my female.”

He kissed me deeply again, hauling me into his body, and for the first time, I felt his…him against me without any barriers. My core throbbed in response.

“Ask me again.”

“Will you fit?”

His raised eyebrow was accompanied by a slight pinch of my nipple, which had been so unexpected, I gasped out loud. As a result, my blood reached its boiling point, and lust muddled my thoughts once more.

Fine. Dion wanted me to use this word? I’d do him the favor.

“Your cock will never be able to—”

“Let me stop you right there. You’ll take my cock without any problem. You don’t have to worry. And I promise you I’ll be gentle. At first.”

His eyes darkened, and although his last words should have sounded like a threat, I couldn’t deny that my body was excited. “May I touch your—”

“My what?” The predatory edge in him, the one he’d pushed back more than once in the preceding hour or so, returned to his features.

“Cock.”

“My body is yours. My heart is yours. My soul is yours. Everything I have and everything I am is at your disposal, Nayana. You don’t have to ask.”

This was a yes, and I focused on that. If I started unraveling deep messages like this one, I’d run into trouble very soon. So instead, and after a moment of hesitation, I shifted a few inches and wrapped my hand around his erection.