Page 60 of The Chains You Defy

Dion was taking a deep breath, and my instincts solidified into certainty—I’d discovered a sensitive spot, and he enjoyed my touch very much.

“You’re playing with fire, tiny Nayana.” His hand splayed over my back, and he hauled me closer until I was pressed flush against him.

“Do you want to burn me, princeling?” I teased the tip of his ear again. Why the peak held such a fascination for me, I couldn’t tell.

Purple blazed brightly, and suddenly Dion’s mouth was on mine. A bolt of fervent desire shot right through my center into my core.

The kiss was possessive, just like his arms around me. I opened my lips to his demanding tongue and gasped as I met the sharp ends of his canines. I’d forgotten aboutthem, although they’d intrigued me just as much as his ears. In a way, this added level of danger heightened my experience.

Every kiss Dion and I had shared so far had been out of this world, but this one was something more. Like a promise, a beginning of something grand, a starting point for a journey into uncharted territory.

Liquid pooled between my legs, which made his nostrils flare again. My heart was beating hard, and when his hand found the swell of my breasts, the organ only accelerated.

“So perfect,” he mumbled against my lips as his hand explored my chest.

A moan escaped me as his lips abandoned mine, and he peppered small kisses along my jaw, then down my neck until he nipped at my pulse point, his sharp canines teasing but not breaking my skin. His mouth left goosebumps in its wake, and the slight pinch of his tantalizing bite conjured indescribable sensations I was already addicted to.

Accompanied by his fingers pinching my nipple, rolling the stiff bud, each action ignited an inferno in my core, which multiplied.

“Gods,” I exclaimed, and another moan spilled from my lips.

Dion, obviously encouraged by my reactions, splayed his other hand on my bare backside. He’d called me his present earlier, and he’d been serious—he was unapologetically taking possession of every inch of me.

“Wrong.” A guttural growl and another warning bite into my neck reminded me of the primal force hidden within this insanely attractive male, and a throbbing between my legs made me yearn for friction.

“What?”

“This is the last time I’ll repeat myself. Here and in my presence, you only have one god, Nayana.” His lips seared a fiery path lower until they clamped down on my nipple, sucking hard.

I cried out, unable to answer. My brain started to shut off all rational thoughts as pure want took over. There hadn’t been a single time in my life when I’d been so aroused.

“Who’s your god, Nayana?” Dion growled against my skin, vibrations accompanying the feral sound, and his sharp teeth took my peaked bud hostage in some sort of erotic warning. Gods, this male and his desire for dominance.

“Why don’t you show me?”

Suddenly, Dion shifted our position so he was on top of me, his lips back at my neck, and each nibble shot burning lust through my entire body.

Although the fae was fully clothed, I could feel his own arousal pressing hard and heavily against my thigh. But to my endless surprise, this didn’t frighten me. Instead, the need to be touched grew.

“I’ll make you scream my name.” Dion’s voice had turned guttural, his lips moving lower once more while his body pinned me to the bed. There was no escape; he was much too heavy, but this time, my situation actually shot flares of pure desire into my blood.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Touch me, Dion. I need you to touch me,” I whimpered unashamed and searched for friction as I attempted to press my hips against his body. Later, I could be asembarrassed as I wanted to be about how I begged for him, but now I couldn’t care less.

Burying my hands in his silky black hair, my fingers found the tip of his ear once more, and when the peak twitched, Dion groaned.

But having the upper hand over him shouldn’t last for long.

“Needy, tiny woman,” he chuckled, amused after he’d regained some control over himself. Instead of showing me and my desperate need mercy, he teased my breast with his hot tongue.

It took me a moment to understand that the high-pitched sound permeating the space was my own voice as Dion’s hand finally slipped lower, further down, until he dipped his finger into the wetness gathering between my legs. Still, he avoided direct contact where I needed him more than air itself. Arching my back, my hips chased his touch with desperation.

Dion wasn’t having it. Instead, he chuckled and teased my center with slow, controlled motions. He was enjoying my misery, that bastard.

Trying hard to stifle a moan as he nipped my skin with his canines another time, I fought an intense battle against myself. When he stopped every movement, an outcry of pure anguish escaped my lips.