Page 154 of The Chains You Defy

Just like the fae male himself, his cock was a contradiction. Impossibly hard yet silky soft and slightly twitching as I traced the small opening on top of the head, which leaked a clear drop of fluid. And Dion—he moaned into my ear, looking enraptured, as if he’d discovered the meaning of life at this precise second.

“Fuck, Naya.”

“Do you like that?” Testing my very theoretical knowledge, I tightened my grip and cautiously moved my fist up and down his shaft. “Or that?”

“Oh, you vixen.” Husky and dark, his voice warned me he was done toying around, and my core flooded more in response. “You’ll go on like this, and I can’t promise I won’t come like a youngling in your hand, although all I yearn for is sinking balls-deep into you and fucking you senseless.”

My breath hitched at his filthy words. My body reacted with excitement, even if my mind was slightly scandalized. But this wasn’t a time to overthink, and so—I finally let go. “Then why don’t you? I’m right here.”

“Don’t tempt me, Nayana. You’re not ready yet. And that’s where I’m almost done explaining. Only one last thing to ease your mind. Yesterday, I took a contraceptive tonic lasting for several weeks.”

And without further ado, just as he’d announced, he was done. My hand slipped from his…cock as he tugged me closer to him, his fingers already parting my center.

“Fuck, so wet.”

Only a whimper fell from my lips as he sank two fingers into me, determined like a male on a mission once more.

“I can’t wait to be inside you at last.”

Another finger joined the other two, and I felt full like never before. Hot lips wrapped around my nipple, and unsurprisingly, a sharp sting told me his canines were back in play. His mouth left a fiery path as he trailed deeper and deeper, a track of kisses with its destination clear.

My legs fell open wide all on their own, and I earned an approving growl. Arousal exploded in my core, muddled my thoughts, and flared through my veins in anticipation of what would follow.

With the first swipe of his skilled tongue along my center, I fisted my hands into the blanket underneath me and cried out.

“Oh, how I missed your taste.”

Instead of an answer, I released a shaky breath.

And then Dion feasted.

His fingers still plunged into me in a steady rhythm as his wicked tongue tasted my desire, and I was climbing higher and higher.

Electric charges surged through my brain as he sucked on my clit. Just as a loud cry left my throat, he widened his fingers inside of me, and I saw stars.

After he repeated the motion a few times with varying intensity, I was done for. My back arched from the bed, my fists curled even tighter into the blanket as the waves came crashing in, my core clenching in anticipation. As if he’d ordered me to, my lust-glazed eyes met his, and with a last attack of his fingers, a last flick of his tongue, I unraveled. And if I’d thought my earlier finale wouldhave been explosive, this one ruptured me apart. My voice was out of control as I moaned and screamed, and all the time, Dion continued to swirl his tongue around the enlarged bundle of nerves until even the final aftershock had dissipated.

Colors were dancing in front of my eyes, my legs were sprawled wide open without any shame, and I panted as I tried to regain my senses.

Suddenly, Dion’s lips were back on mine, and his powerful body was above me. He was trying not to put too much weight on me, and I was thankful for that. But only for a moment. Because I was done being a victim—this was my liberation.

I flung my hands up and dug my fingers into his perfect ass, encouraging him to envelop me. He didn’t scare me—his bulk, his size, his pure strength made me feel safe. He was my protector, and every inch of him promised me his never-ending devotion.

“Are you sure?” The strain in Dion’s voice signaled he was holding himself back with great effort. His amethyst eyes were so dark, they shone almost black and burned with an intensity that should have scared me. As if I were truly his sole reason for existing.

And yet, he gave me another vocal chance to walk away.

My soul was singing, and my mind was overwhelmed, which must have been the explanation for what tumbled out of my mouth. “Yes, Dion. Please make love to me.”

A deep, guttural growl rang in my ear as I emphasized my plea by tightening my fingers on his ass.

Moments later, he was at my entrance, aligning himself, and after catching my eyes staring in encouragementat him, he pushed slightly forward. “Gods, Nayana. You have no idea how often I’ve dreamed of this.”

My breath accelerated as he accompanied his confession by easing in another inch.

There was pressure, and as a sudden sharp sting ran through me, I tensed and winced.

Dion stilled instantly, and his large hand cupped my cheek. “Just breathe. Deeply in and out. It’ll be better soon.”