Chapter 20
Instead of waiting for me to trail behind him out of the bathroom, Dion lifted me with one arm behind my back and the other under my knees. Despite my protest, he carried me to the bedroom, where he placed me on top of the bed as if I were something precious.
He towered over me, his predatory gaze roaming unashamedly over my bare form, starting at my lips and moving lower and lower. “Gods, Nayana, you have no idea what you do to a male, do you?”
“Why…don’t you tell me?”
His eyes darkened, and he lowered himself, kneeling on the mattress. Even like that, he loomed over me. “You make it hard for me to hold back and not ravish you. Especially when you lie there, naked, like a present for me.”
His voice sounded rough, and his words held so much rawness that they stole my breath.
But when his shadow obscured my vision, a bolt of panic shot through me. I clamped my eyes shut and forgot all about the special words, but Dion stopped moving in an instant. How he was so attuned to my well-being was a mystery to me.
“Sorry,” I whispered, and defeat accompanied my utterance. “It’s not—easy.”
“If it were easy, we wouldn’t have to do this. There’s no need to apologize.”
“Can you just hold me for a moment?”
“Of course, Nayana.” With slow movements, he lowered his ludicrously tall body and lay down next to me.
He was still fully dressed and had only lost his hair tie somewhere.
As if I were highly breakable, he engulfed me in his embrace and tucked me into his chest. Deep inside me, the panic dissolved and left only a dull aftertaste behind.
But just for a moment. The flames under my skin detonated once more when Dion’s larger-than-life presence assimilated me. He was all around me—body, mind, and soul—and he was everything.
“We can attempt this again another time, Naya.” His words were a gentle caress, and one of his hands was painting circles on my back, intending to calm me but instead leaving a fiery trail in its wake.
“Only a minor setback, and it’s better already. I want this. Truly.”
“Are you sure?”
My eyes widened as an idea crossed my mind. Mulling over my theory for a moment, I bit into my lower lip, then nodded. “Dion.”
“Naya.”
“Maybe we can try something?”
His hand stilled on my lower back and burned itself into my skin. “What do you have in mind?”
“What if you drop your Glamour and stop pretending to be something you’re not?”
A small, confused frown appeared on his forehead.
Yes, out loud, my train of thought made little sense, but something humming inside my chest confirmed my suspicion. “Or do you prefer not to?”
Dion stared at me, but then his mouth curled up into a feline smile, and he was radiating approval. “You want the real me.”
“So, will you?”
He nodded, and only one second later, his features changed in front of me. While his human form was so familiar to me, I’d been exposed to his true self only a handful of times. Still, the male was undeniably the same as the one with whom I’d made history with over the past few months.
Taking my time to study his face, I memorized every inch. And when purely observing wasn’t enough anymore, I lifted my hand and placed it on his cheek. The cool, smooth skin under the pads of my fingers was as silky as the finest fabric.
He definitely wasn’t human, but in the end, underneath the exterior, he was a creature of flesh and blood, just like me. “You’re still the same.”
His amethyst eyes glowed as he observed me. Their slightly different angle gave his face an exotic vibe, especially in connection with his sharp cheekbones. Somehow, his appearance emphasized the dangerous vibes that were tangible around him all the time.
He leaned into my hand like a kitten in need of belly rubs, and hunger returned to his gaze. His eyes radiated light and seared into mine, his hand on my back tightening possessively.
My breath accelerated, and my curiosity won. Brushing my hand over his cheek, I allowed my fingers to ghost over the tip of Dion’s pointed ear. With fascination, I observed how the peak slightly twitched, like the last time I’d explored his alien features.
A low growl caught my attention as I repeated my experiment.
For a second, I wanted to pull my hand away, but I changed my mind. This sound hadn’t been a warning, not in the traditional sense, and I caressed his ear with full intention again.
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 about them, 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 as embarrassed 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.
“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 my soul 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 at my 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 me get 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.