Page 218 of The Chains You Defy

“You are gripping me like a vise, my goddess. I can’t wait to feel you on my cock. It’s been far too long.”

I thrashed against the restraints, consumed by the need to touch him, but he wouldn’t allow me. He controlled me, commanded my pleasure, and instead of rousing my anger, his actions heightened my desire and drove me crazy.

Dion curled his fingers, hitting the special spot deep inside, and I moaned without shame. My muscles stiffened, taut like a bowstring, seconds away from a powerful orgasm.

And then the bastard pulled his fingers away.

“Dion.” I whimpered, looking at him with even more desperation.

“Hm, correct me if I’m wrong, but you didn’t choose my fingers.”

“Bastard.”

With wide eyes, I stared at him locking his lips around the fingers that had been inside of me seconds ago, just like he’d done with mine as he’d caught me pleasuring myself in Amalach.

“You taste like you’re meant to be mine.”

He stressed his words with another roll of his hips, and my body strained toward his. The possessive comment went through me like wildfire.

Once I heard that men didn’t particularly enjoy going down on women because the act wouldn’t do anything for them, and many found the taste leaving a lot to be desired.

But Dion? I had the impression that he’d never tasted anything better.

When I bucked my hips once more, a soft pillow of magic pushed under my butt—and the fae chuckled. I wanted to ask what amused him, but the words got stuck in my throat when I felt the head of his manh—cock at my entrance, steadily pushing inside.

“Fuck, Naya, you’re so tight.”

I was wound up so much I hadn’t even realized that I’d tensed, and under effort, I forced myself to relax so he could finally claim me with every inch of him.

Straining against the magic holding me in place, I couldn’t do more than whimper and gasp as Dion agonizingly slowly advanced deeper and deeper.

Groaning, he caught my lips and kissed me hard, never stopping to conquer me.

Kissing back like I was starving, I moaned in his mouth. And then finally, he was fully seated inside of me. Everything about him was impressive; of course, his cock was no exception. His face contorted in something akin to agony as I panted, trying to get used to his size. “Need to—move soon.”

“Green.” A few more moments to adapt wouldn’t have hurt, but waves of pleasure were already crashing into me. Twice, he’d denied me fulfillment, and heat reignited like dry kindling, especially when a tendril returned and attacked my clit. “Oh, god—”

“That’s right, Nayana. I’m your god. Only yours. The only one you will ever worship.” And then he pulled out slowly, making sure I was truly ready for him.

Overwhelming pleasure coursed through me, and I pinched my eyes closed.

“Eyes on me. Don’t you dare hide from me. Every drop of your pleasure is mine.”

With giant effort, I forced my eyelids to open, and I met Dion’s gaze, ablaze with a primal force—lust wouldn’t be enough of a word to describe his expression—but also filled with adoration and love.

Oh—

Before I could chastise myself for my last thoughts, they were washed away as Dion picked up his pace.

My purring restraints tightened, opening my legs wider, while my prince succumbed to passion as well.

Each thrust was followed by a teasing touch of his vibrating magic, and I arched my back as the crescendo neared once more. “Don’t you dare—again.”

“Couldn’t if I wanted to.”

Both of us were panting, and Dion was done holding back. His groans were accompanied by one-wordcompliments he gritted out, which incinerated my soul the same way each snap of his hips forced my body closer to oblivion. Light burst in front of me as I surrendered to pleasure.

“Fuck.” Dion’s voice was drowned by a guttural string of sounds as my orgasm washed over me, and I clenched and unclenched around his cock.