Page 61 of The Chains You Defy

“Don’t hide from me, beautiful. Not any part of this body, nor any sound. If you try, I’ll have to teach you not to do so. With me, you don’t have to be shy.”

Answering was impossible because Dion chose that moment to continue his ministrations, and finally, his finger started to circle my clit. Fireworks exploded in front of my eyes, so suddenly I was blinded.

My breath came out panting, and I lost all sense of time and space. I vaguely realized that Dion was kissing a trail over my stomach until his weight was gone completely. As if he sensed I wanted to ask something, he heightened the pressure on my bundle of nerves and, at the same moment, slipped his index finger inside of me. Already, I was so close and chased the pleasure he promised to deliver. “Gods.” I cried out, ready to fall, when he stilled again.

“What did I tell you about divinity?”

That bastard. My impending climax evaporated like water pouring from a broken pot, and a number of colorful curses gathered on the tip of my tongue, but all I managed was to whimper his name.

“That’s right. Only my name will leave your lips. Don’t forget that when I make you come undone.”

That self-centered, egomaniac princeling. “Arrog—oh damn.” He had entered a second finger, and after throwing me a very smug male look, he shifted. And suddenly, he buried his head between my thighs. His satisfied growl vibrated through my center at the first taste he took. “Wha—”

Another primal sound catapulted my arousal to unknown heights, and he started to lap at me in earnest. His tongue worked in tandem with his fingers, increasing the pace slowly but steadily.

My fists balled into the blanket underneath me, and my legs fell open wider of their own accord. Electric currents rushed through my veins, and I’d given up on suppressing the moans that transformed into cries.

Desperate to keep my eyes open, I glued them to his amethyst ones. He was staring at me in reverence, desire, and fondness, a heady mixture that burrowed into mysoul as deeply as his fingers thrust into me. Observing him studying every single reaction from between my thighs was almost too unreal for me to comprehend.

My climax was closing in, my muscles trembled, and with inhuman effort, I lifted one hand, sliding it into Dion’s hair as if in a frenzy, tangling my fingers in the soft raven strands as if to make sure he wouldn’t withdraw again. My hips pressed against him with urgency, and all this lured another delicious rumbling growl from him, which raced through my core and accelerated the fire even more.

When he slipped a third finger into me and curled them up, hitting a spot whose existence was news to me while scraping his canines against my sensitive clit, the crest of pleasure found me so unexpected and so hard I screamed not once but twice. My entire universe was tinted in a myriad of colors as I lost myself in the throes of a climax that hit me with an intensity I would have never believed to be possible.

But Dion didn’t stop there. He continued his efforts as I shattered like I’d never broken apart before, prolonging my elation until I assumed I had to die, and he only slowed down when my walls stopped clenching around his fingers.

I was boneless and unmoving apart from my chest, which heaved with labored breaths as he withdrew his digits. His absence left an emptiness behind, but the way he still chased every drop of my pleasure with his lips caused my legs to spasm in aftershocks.

Finally, Dion joined me again and pulled me close. His own unfulfilled arousal was evident as his hard manhood pressed against my leg. Shame rose in me as I scowled atmy egoism. I observed his still-glistening face and made a decision.

Freeing one hand from the tight embrace, I was about to open the laces of his pants, but Dion stopped me. “Don’t.”

“But you—”

“This isn’t about me, Nayana.”

“But—”

“No buts. Sex isn’t a transaction in which you only get something if you provide the same in return. You can take what I share with you freely, and I don’t expect a single thing back. Your thoughts are spiraling again, and I simply forbid it. You handed me the biggest gift today—your trust. Don’t you ever think you owe me anything because of the pleasure I give to you. That’s not how I want things to be between us.”

Something warm bloomed in my chest, and I smiled. “That makes me want to please you even more. For the right reasons.”

Chuckling, Dion pressed his lips to my forehead. “Still. If you ever touch me like that, it won’t be because we’re friends. You’ll be allowed to have me when you feel like dying if you can’t. Alright?”

Frowning, my attempt to disentangle what he’d meant failed, since I was still too much caught in the afterglow of the life-altering orgasm he’d given me.

After some minutes, I faced his amethyst glow again. “Thank you.”

“Whenever you need me, whatever you need me for, I’ll be at your side. You’re—”

“Yes?”

“Let meget you a fresh nightgown.”

And so he did, leaving me to wonder what he’d wanted to say.

He helped me get dressed before joining me on the bed again, tucking us into the blanket, and he never finished his sentence.

Yet sleep came easily and without dreams to me that night.