Page 155 of The Chains You Defy

He was right, and once the pain became manageable, I relaxed my muscles again and nodded to him, still entranced by his glowing eyes.

Dion resumed his slow but steady pace, and when I was so full that I doubted he could possibly advance any deeper, he thrust forward. My breath hitched. He was everywhere inside of me, so all-encompassing and filling, as if he wanted to embed himself in me forever.

“Fuck, Naya, you’re so tight. So good. Made for me. Mine.”

The primal glint appearing in his eyes was the only warning I got before he pulled out and plunged right back inside again, and I arched my back as the last remnants of the burning sensation transformed into pleasure.

Still, I could tell he was clinging to the remainder of his self-control. For me. He did that for me.

Another cautious thrust, and I got used to the feeling of being stretched. When he moved another time, a bolt of renewed heat shot through my core, and I gasped.

“Use…your words.” He spoke through gritted teeth as he pulled out again.

“Please, Dion—”

My plea was all the encouragement he needed. His next thrust was already much deeper and harder. The spiral of lust, arousal, and pleasure coiled tighter, and my hips responded of their own accord, meeting his, all in a non-rehearsed dance, the oldest one in both worlds.

“Fuck, Nayana. Fuck, I never want to be outside of you again. I’m your first, and I’ll be your last.”

If he wanted an answer, he would have to wait for a long time. Only an incoherent stream of sounds and moans left my lips as the male on top of me picked up the pace at which his hips snapped back and forth. My back arched higher, my nails dug into his flesh, and a guttural groan vibrated through my very being.

“Let go,” I panted, sensing he’d still kept himself back, and this wasn’t acceptable. Another string of cries that he coaxed out of me interrupted my words, and a battle was raging in his expression as if he pondered if he really could do as I said.

But I needed him to stop hesitating, so I gathered all my courage for a phrasing so out of character for me, pushing all shyness far away. “Drive your cock into me as deep as you can, and fuck me like you own me.”

Dion’s composure simply snapped. He snarled and impaled me on his shaft, and within seconds, he was setting a punishing rhythm that I was meeting without even trying. There was only pleasure. Each stroke touched a spot so deep inside of me, I screamed without inhibition. This was wild, animalistic. The apex predator and its prey, and I gladly submitted to his dominance.

“So—fucking—tight—and—so—mine. Mine—alone.”

The idea of objecting wasn’t even present. Instead, I was chasing the ultimate high that Dion was bringing me to. “Please, please don’t stop, Dion. Please. Don’t stop.”

“Come—around—my—cock.”

His order undid me. His thrust was so deep, so hard, and so exquisite that I shattered into a million pieces. For an endless, perfect moment, I became stardust, and he the sole reason for my existence.

“Fuck. Fuck.” Dion moaned, and his movements became erratic, primal. With a growl so feral I’d never heard from him before, he slammed into me one last time and stilled, emptying himself.

His weight was almost crushing as he sank down on me in the aftermath, but I cherished the feeling. And when he reluctantly pulled out, there was a weird sense of loss in me.

Tonight, here in our sanctum, we’d written a story together—no, we’d created the next part of our epic legend.

My thoughts slowly cleared, and there was one undeniable fact remaining. His goal had been to ruin me for every other male, and I feared he’d reached this with ease. And still—

Dion’s breath normalized, and so did mine, and soon, he shifted and tucked me into his chest as we were lying side by side. “My Nayana. Are you alright? Was I…too rough?” His hand snaked into my hair and stroked me gently until I was purring.

My voice was full of vulnerable honesty as I caught his tender gaze with mine. “No, Dion. This…was perfect. You were perfect.”

Relief rushed through his expression, and his soft lips touched my forehead in reverence.

Exhaustion wafted over me, and Dion didn’t appear much fresher. Yet there was something I had to say, something important.

“Dion, I—”

“Shhh, tiny one. Don’t even think about the future. Your final decision is only due after the Fourth Act of Courtship. Just relax and sleep for a few hours. I’ll protect you.”

My throat tightened with clashing emotions that battled for my attention, but I didn’t want to think. Today had simply been utopian, and I wouldn’t allow my stupid brain to ruin this for us. Not today, not ever.

Within moments, I fell asleep.