Chapter 50 #2
Light nipping turned into something more heated as his lips found the crook of my neck.
He bit down harder, just short of breaking my skin, and propelled molten desire right into my core with the force of a thousand suns.
Releasing my skin for a mere moment, he repeated his assault, only inches away from the last spot—he’d leave marks all over me, and I was sure that doing so was what he desired.
As if I cared. Each bite drove me crazier, and I panted as Dion repeatedly allowed me to feel his canines and the controlled strength of a predator who had all the time in the worlds to toy with his prey.
And he didn’t let go, not even as I squirmed. To the contrary, he met my movement with a deep growl and a firmer grip on my middle. Escaping was impossible.
“Not fair,” I huffed and broke the silence between us.
“As if I ever compete fairly.” His lips curled against my skin as he sank his teeth into my neck again, and I cried out as the electric sensation of light pain and danger set me ablaze.
If he could play dirty, so would I. I lifted my arm, which, until now, had been floating uselessly in the water, and raised and twisted my shoulder until my fingers brushed over Dion’s weakness. As his ear twitched, I was rewarded with another deep, guttural growl.
“Do that again and face the consequences.”
An answer was lying on the tip of my tongue, but another of those wicked, lingering bites distracted me, and instead of a more or less witty retort, my whimper resonated in the grotto.
And Dion didn’t stop there. Emboldened by my reaction, he tightened his grip around my middle as his other hand—oh, his other hand—was fully taking advantage of the stretchy fabric of my swimming garment. He tugged down the material without much effort, baring my breasts.
This was happening, and there were two ways this could go. Either I’d allow my shyness to overpower me—or I’d trust my instincts. And Dion’s wicked canines and his exploring hands were strong motivators to do the latter.
If I were slowly going insane, I would do my best to give him madness in return.
“Do your worst, princeling.” I threw my head back against his shoulder, arching my neck even more. The new shudder that vibrated through Dion as I teased the tip of his ear again was accompanied by him claiming ownership over the swell of my chest, and my nipples peaked, eagerly meeting his touch.
“I’m planning to.”
“Promises, promises.”
“Oh, I’ll deliver, Nayana. As often as you can take it, and then some more.
I’ll make you forget every male you ever laid eyes on or who you imagined touching you in your deepest fantasies.
After today, you’ll be ruined for everybody else—and it’ll be me who delivers your downfall.
And this is only fair, as you did the same to me a long time ago. ”
With this bold declaration and confession, the fingers he’d splayed on my belly started to wander, but only moments later, his chest rumbled with a displeased growl. Before I could guess what had him all riled up, he released my breast, and a ripping noise pierced through my lustful fog.
“Dion. My clothes.”
“They were in the way.”
“Not funny.” Had he spent any thought on how I was supposed to make my way back to the castle? Almost naked?
As I shifted in an attempt to win some room to scorn the fae who was busying himself with pulling scraps of fabric off me, the growling returned, and so did his teeth, which burrowed into my shoulder and held me in place, leaving me trapped like prey in the predator’s jaws. Which, admittedly, I was.
And of course, Dion ignored my protests concerning my destroyed garb.
“Much better,” he said against my skin, his voice silky like honey and husky as sin.
I was stark naked, and I didn’t even care much, apart from the torn clothes.
His arms reverted to their former position, teasing my breasts and caressing my stomach.
“Di—oh my gods.” In my attempt to reprimand him some more, I hadn’t realized how his hand had slipped lower, between my legs, and his fingers parted my center.
“You’re already so wet for me, Naya.”
“Silly. That’s because…we’re in the…water.”
“Oh, sweet innocent human. No, this is all you. Your body weeps for me in anticipation. And now, shush. Let me make you feel good.”
As if he wanted to prevent me from answering, his fingers eagerly found the small bundle of nerves already aching for his touch, and there was almost a fervent agency in his movements.
Nothing of the slight, teasing build-up he’d treated me to when he’d touched me like this last time, no.
Only the full intent to bring me to blistering heights as fast as possible.
And he succeeded in his efforts. Liquid fire flooded my core under his ministrations, my heartbeat—already too rapid for comfort—sped up, and the first moan of many tumbled from my lips.
As he resumed peppering my skin with kisses and bites, the fire transformed into lava, burning me from the inside.
“See how fast you respond to my touch?” Another circle around my clit. “How quickly I brought you close to your climax?” A pressured brush was accompanied by the tiniest bit of pain, which elevated the pleasure currently holding me hostage.
Just a bit more, just—
Dion’s fingers ceased their movement, and I winced, chasing his touch with my hips but finding none. Instead, the bastard chuckled.
“Dion. Why—”
“Answer a question first.”
“Now?”
“No better way to get some secrets out of you.” His index finger returned to my clit, but the contact was the barest of touches, enough to keep me close to insanity, but not nearly as much as I needed him.
“I should have listened when you told me you’re evil.”
“Oh Naya, Naya, do you believe mouthing off in this situation will do you any favors?” A finger dipped into my core, and I gasped.
“Please, Dion.” Who needed dignity when you craved something so much you could die on the spot? Not me, obviously.
“Only if you confess what fantasy you entertained when you were touching yourself in Amalach.”
Although I’d decided earlier to push my shyness away, I couldn’t help the blood shooting back to my cheeks. And Dion, the bastard, slipped a second finger into me and used his thumb to put more pressure on my clit, winding me tighter once more.
“That’s a secret…one I’ll never reveal.”