Chapter 51
Oh, this delectable, tiny creature in my arms. After everything, she was still sassing me, even though I had her completely at my mercy. “Mmh.”
She was getting closer to her climax, the tension in her body, the arch of her sweet, biteable neck—she’d wear my marks all over her for days, I’d make sure of that—and the music of her moans so expressive, I could play her like an instrument. And she was my favorite one ever.
And just as her muscles went taut, I withdrew my hand another time.
An outcry alerted me to her frustration; her attempt to chase my touch had me stifle a moan as well, as she pressed her ass against my cock.
She’d realize soon enough how much she affected me, but only after I toyed with her some more.
She might be angry because I was edging her, but she had no idea I was preparing her for everything I’d planned for her.
Fuck, I still couldn’t believe that she’d agreed.
“Answer me, Nayana.”
“Bossy, dominating bastard.”
“Obviously, you can still think too clearly.” Resuming to tease her wet, hot center, I was so finely tuned to her reactions as if we’d been together like this for many winters. “I can do this for hours on end, Naya. Can you?”
She cried out as I once more slipped my index finger into her core, which was gripping me like a vise.
Fuck, how would she feel around my cock? I was dying to find out, but I needed to be careful. Not only had Nayana endured violation in her past; no, she’d also never slept with a male before.
Satisfaction radiated from me in waves at being her first—and I would be, even if she changed her mind during this. If not today, then someday in the future. There wasn’t room for a single doubt.
Even though I wasn’t a patient male, her wishes when it came to her body were more important than the absolute urge to sink my cock into her and never leave her sanctuary again.
“Please, Dion. Please.”
“So, what did you fantasize about?” Her earlobe called to me, and following the compulsion, I nipped at the object of my temptation.
“Alright, you arrogant bastard. You. I was thinking about you.”
Chuckling, I circled her clit once more with a mixture of teasing and determined touches that had her gasping. “What did I do to you in your fantasy?”
She cried out as I eased a second finger into her core, and my lazy thrusts became more purposeful. Soon, she’d deserve her reward.
“Did I touch you like this? Did I fuck you?”
“You…touched me.”
“Like this?” Curling my fingers up inside of her and intensifying the stimulus of my thumb on her clit, the tension in her muscles told me that her release was approaching hard and fast. So, I went in for the kill, attacking her stiff nipple once more and, at the same time, bit down in the crook of her neck.
And when she came around my fingers, violently and unrestrained, I rode out her high with her, prolonging her pleasure until she lay boneless in my arms.
Not for very much longer, though.
My cock agreed on that, and so did my instincts, but I’d make sure not to succumb to the latter—the first one had no say over my reason anyway. This once, staying at least partially rational was most important.
Before Nayana could collect her bearings, I stood up and lifted her into my arms. As much as the pool was beautiful and romantic, the water was less than ideal for someone as inexperienced as Naya.
She still panted hard as I carried her out of the basin and deeper into the grotto, and when I spotted that my makeshift camp was still intact, relief mingled with all the arousal churning in my insides.
I’d been here yesterday to prepare, had snuck away from court while my soldiers took turns guarding my female, and the anxiety someone could have messed with my preparations—although, on a rational note, no one should be able to come even close to our refuge—had eaten at me until now.
But everything was as I’d left it, and with a tender smile, I sank to my knees.
My body was still trembling with the aftershocks of the most explosive orgasm I’d ever experienced in my life, and when I came back to something close to resembling my senses, Dion placed me on a plush surface—the most decadent, softest bed built from bedrolls, blankets, and pillows imaginable.
The prince was kneeling next to me, holding a gigantic towel, and with great diligence, he began to dry me.
His gentle touch and almost reverent care, combined with the masterwork that was his glistening body and his onyx hair dripping droplets of cool water on my heated skin, reignited the smoldering kindling of desire in an instant.
Suddenly, all I wanted was to touch him.
So, I grabbed the towel and yanked.
Of course, I had no illusions about how much stronger Dion was, but just as I’d calculated, my action took him by surprise.
Since he was already kneeling on the bed halfway precariously, he tipped forward enough for me to switch from pulling at the cloth to his arm, and just moments later, he was sprawled half next to, half on top of me, which presented me with a prime opportunity.
Wrapping one arm around him as tightly as I could, I buried my other hand into his dark hair, and after a light tug and a slight turn of my head, I was able to ghost my lips over the tip of his ear.
The amused air he’d radiated dissolved into nothingness in the blink of an eye, replaced by a shudder and a shaky exhale. Before he could escape, I repeated the action, only this time caressing the peak gently with my tongue.
Dion was shaking all over, and for a brief moment, I wondered if all fae were that sensitive with their ears, but then decided that the answer didn’t matter at all. Mine was, and that was everything I needed to know.
Suddenly, he shifted his body—not his head—before throwing his arm around me, the other slipping underneath my naked form, hauling me closer.
Whether he kept his ear in place because he wanted me to maintain access or because I was still entangled in his hair, I couldn’t tell, nor did I care.
I simply continued teasing his surprisingly sensitive skin and simultaneously scraped my nails over his scalp.
The steel vise around me tightened.
“You’re playing with fire again, Nayana.”
“I’m not afraid of a little heat.”
“Let’s meet in the inferno, then.”
Peppering tiny kisses on his susceptible, peaked ear, I cherished every small shudder that shook Dion. When he finally turned his head, I didn’t object since his lips descended on mine in a bruising kiss.
Without mercy, my core reheated even after the earlier orgasm, and my arousal rekindled like wildfire as Dion lost most of his ironclad composure. Something feral glinted deep within his eyes.
Good.
I longed to drive him as crazy as he made me.
Empowered by this wish, I dared to touch his toned chest, the expanse of skin over muscle right in front of me. There was a slight hitch in our kiss as he drew in a sharp breath, and emboldened by his reaction, I continued roaming the wall of pure strength, exploring, caressing.
Breaking the kiss, Dion’s lips trailed down my jaw until he reached his favorite spot once more, the crook of my neck. He buried his nose and took a deep, shuddering inhale, followed by a seductive growl as me teasing his nipple took him by surprise.
And then he bit me again, almost breaking my skin, but an electric current shot through my veins, and I knew without a doubt he was planning to get revenge for my attempts to unravel him, the dominant bastard.
Our hands explored each other, sensual yet hungry, and I found myself quickly annoyed by the piece of cloth separating us.
“I’m naked, and you’re not. That’s not fair.”
“You’re right. Simply unacceptable.” And then, he grabbed his pants and, just as with my garment earlier, strained the fabric so much that the nuisance tore apart.
He must have caught my surprised expression, because he chuckled. “My patience is wearing thin.”
So, that meant both Dion and I were naked. For the first time, I was lying in the arms of a nude male, on the verge of the throes of passion I’d only heard about, and my throat bobbed a little.
According to Rewi, the male phallus came in different shapes and forms, and most of them weren’t very attractive.
She’d told me once that, yes, visually, penises were sometimes downright weird and often shared stories about her newest conquest’s anatomy.
From her, I’d also learned that size alone didn’t matter, that girth was preferable over length, and that she didn’t give a flying fuck—her expression, not mine—about visuals and size, as long as the man in question could use his equipment with skill.
As Dion removed the remnants of his swimming pants, I stared into his face in an attempt not to pry.
“You can look at me, you know that, right?”
“Sure.”
“As adorable as you are when shyness overcomes you, there’s no need for that.
” And with those words, he gently took my chin between his fingers and directed my gaze lower.
Of course, closing my eyes would have been an option, and his guidance was slow enough—most likely on purpose—that if I wanted to do so, I could have, but I stopped myself from clinging to propriety.
If I wasn’t able to look at him, how should I… uhm…let him in?
When my eyes met him, I sucked in a deep breath. Whatever I’d predicted after my best friend’s tales, it hadn’t been that. Shapely and standing proudly at attention, his manhood was rather beautiful.
But honestly, what had I expected? This male was perfection incarnate. Of course, whoever had created him wouldn’t have dared to model one part of him as anything less than perfect.
And size-wise—again, relating to the stories—he appeared to be very well proportioned, both in itself and to Dion’s physique. However, this struck me as a problem.
“I’m not sure your manhood will fit.”