Chapter 51 #2
“Manhood?” He chuckled, grabbed my chin again, and made me gaze up at him. “The only one I’d maybe tolerate calling my cock manhood is an Ivreian medical professional, but not my female.”
He kissed me deeply again, hauling me into his body, and for the first time, I felt his…him against me without any barriers. My core throbbed in response.
“Ask me again.”
“Will you fit?”
His raised eyebrow was accompanied by a slight pinch of my nipple, which had been so unexpected, I gasped out loud. As a result, my blood reached its boiling point, and lust muddled my thoughts once more.
Fine. Dion wanted me to use this word? I’d do him the favor.
“Your cock will never be able to—”
“Let me stop you right there. You’ll take my cock without any problem. You don’t have to worry. And I promise you I’ll be gentle. At first.”
His eyes darkened, and although his last words should have sounded like a threat, I couldn’t deny that my body was excited. “May I touch your—”
“My what?” The predatory edge in him, the one he’d pushed back more than once in the preceding hour or so, returned to his features.
“Cock.”
“My body is yours. My heart is yours. My soul is yours. Everything I have and everything I am is at your disposal, Nayana. You don’t have to ask.”
This was a yes, and I focused on that. If I started unraveling deep messages like this one, I’d run into trouble very soon. So instead, and after a moment of hesitation, I shifted a few inches and wrapped my hand around his erection.
Just like the fae male himself, his cock was a contradiction.
Impossibly hard yet silky soft and slightly twitching as I traced the small opening on top of the head, which leaked a clear drop of fluid.
And Dion—he moaned into my ear, looking enraptured, as if he’d discovered the meaning of life at this precise second.
“Fuck, Naya.”
“Do you like that?” Testing my very theoretical knowledge, I tightened my grip and cautiously moved my fist up and down his shaft. “Or that?”
“Oh, you vixen.” Husky and dark, his voice warned me he was done toying around, and my core flooded more in response. “You’ll go on like this, and I can’t promise I won’t come like a youngling in your hand, although all I yearn for is sinking balls-deep into you and fucking you senseless.”
My breath hitched at his filthy words. My body reacted with excitement, even if my mind was slightly scandalized. But this wasn’t a time to overthink, and so—I finally let go. “Then why don’t you? I’m right here.”
“Don’t tempt me, Nayana. You’re not ready yet. And that’s where I’m almost done explaining. Only one last thing to ease your mind. Yesterday, I took a contraceptive tonic lasting for several weeks.”
And without further ado, just as he’d announced, he was done. My hand slipped from his…cock as he tugged me closer to him, his fingers already parting my center.
“Fuck, so wet.”
Only a whimper fell from my lips as he sank two fingers into me, determined like a male on a mission once more.
“I can’t wait to be inside you at last.”
Another finger joined the other two, and I felt full like never before. Hot lips wrapped around my nipple, and unsurprisingly, a sharp sting told me his canines were back in play. His mouth left a fiery path as he trailed deeper and deeper, a track of kisses with its destination clear.
My legs fell open wide all on their own, and I earned an approving growl. Arousal exploded in my core, muddled my thoughts, and flared through my veins in anticipation of what would follow.
With the first swipe of his skilled tongue along my center, I fisted my hands into the blanket underneath me and cried out.
“Oh, how I missed your taste.”
Instead of an answer, I released a shaky breath.
And then Dion feasted.
His fingers still plunged into me in a steady rhythm as his wicked tongue tasted my desire, and I was climbing higher and higher.
Electric charges surged through my brain as he sucked on my clit. Just as a loud cry left my throat, he widened his fingers inside of me, and I saw stars.
After he repeated the motion a few times with varying intensity, I was done for.
My back arched from the bed, my fists curled even tighter into the blanket as the waves came crashing in, my core clenching in anticipation.
As if he’d ordered me to, my lust-glazed eyes met his, and with a last attack of his fingers, a last flick of his tongue, I unraveled.
And if I’d thought my earlier finale would have been explosive, this one ruptured me apart.
My voice was out of control as I moaned and screamed, and all the time, Dion continued to swirl his tongue around the enlarged bundle of nerves until even the final aftershock had dissipated.
Colors were dancing in front of my eyes, my legs were sprawled wide open without any shame, and I panted as I tried to regain my senses.
Suddenly, Dion’s lips were back on mine, and his powerful body was above me. He was trying not to put too much weight on me, and I was thankful for that. But only for a moment. Because I was done being a victim—this was my liberation.
I flung my hands up and dug my fingers into his perfect ass, encouraging him to envelop me. He didn’t scare me—his bulk, his size, his pure strength made me feel safe. He was my protector, and every inch of him promised me his never-ending devotion.
“Are you sure?” The strain in Dion’s voice signaled he was holding himself back with great effort. His amethyst eyes were so dark, they shone almost black and burned with an intensity that should have scared me. As if I were truly his sole reason for existing.
And yet, he gave me another vocal chance to walk away.
My soul was singing, and my mind was overwhelmed, which must have been the explanation for what tumbled out of my mouth. “Yes, Dion. Please make love to me.”
A deep, guttural growl rang in my ear as I emphasized my plea by tightening my fingers on his ass.
Moments later, he was at my entrance, aligning himself, and after catching my eyes staring in encouragement at him, he pushed slightly forward. “Gods, Nayana. You have no idea how often I’ve dreamed of this.”
My breath accelerated as he accompanied his confession by easing in another inch.
There was pressure, and as a sudden sharp sting ran through me, I tensed and winced.
Dion stilled instantly, and his large hand cupped my cheek. “Just breathe. Deeply in and out. It’ll be better soon.”
He was right, and once the pain became manageable, I relaxed my muscles again and nodded to him, still entranced by his glowing eyes.
Dion resumed his slow but steady pace, and when I was so full that I doubted he could possibly advance any deeper, he thrust forward. My breath hitched. He was everywhere inside of me, so all-encompassing and filling, as if he wanted to embed himself in me forever.
“Fuck, Naya, you’re so tight. So good. Made for me. Mine.”
The primal glint appearing in his eyes was the only warning I got before he pulled out and plunged right back inside again, and I arched my back as the last remnants of the burning sensation transformed into pleasure.
Still, I could tell he was clinging to the remainder of his self-control. For me. He did that for me.
Another cautious thrust, and I got used to the feeling of being stretched. When he moved another time, a bolt of renewed heat shot through my core, and I gasped.
“Use…your words.” He spoke through gritted teeth as he pulled out again.
“Please, Dion—”
My plea was all the encouragement he needed. His next thrust was already much deeper and harder. The spiral of lust, arousal, and pleasure coiled tighter, and my hips responded of their own accord, meeting his, all in a non-rehearsed dance, the oldest one in both worlds.
“Fuck, Nayana. Fuck, I never want to be outside of you again. I’m your first, and I’ll be your last.”
If he wanted an answer, he would have to wait for a long time.
Only an incoherent stream of sounds and moans left my lips as the male on top of me picked up the pace at which his hips snapped back and forth.
My back arched higher, my nails dug into his flesh, and a guttural groan vibrated through my very being.
“Let go,” I panted, sensing he’d still kept himself back, and this wasn’t acceptable. Another string of cries that he coaxed out of me interrupted my words, and a battle was raging in his expression as if he pondered if he really could do as I said.
But I needed him to stop hesitating, so I gathered all my courage for a phrasing so out of character for me, pushing all shyness far away. “Drive your cock into me as deep as you can, and fuck me like you own me.”
Dion’s composure simply snapped. He snarled and impaled me on his shaft, and within seconds, he was setting a punishing rhythm that I was meeting without even trying.
There was only pleasure. Each stroke touched a spot so deep inside of me, I screamed without inhibition.
This was wild, animalistic. The apex predator and its prey, and I gladly submitted to his dominance.
“So—fucking—tight—and—so—mine. Mine—alone.”
The idea of objecting wasn’t even present. Instead, I was chasing the ultimate high that Dion was bringing me to. “Please, please don’t stop, Dion. Please. Don’t stop.”
“Come—around—my—cock.”
His order undid me. His thrust was so deep, so hard, and so exquisite that I shattered into a million pieces. For an endless, perfect moment, I became stardust, and he the sole reason for my existence.
“Fuck. Fuck.” Dion moaned, and his movements became erratic, primal. With a growl so feral I’d never heard from him before, he slammed into me one last time and stilled, emptying himself.
His weight was almost crushing as he sank down on me in the aftermath, but I cherished the feeling. And when he reluctantly pulled out, there was a weird sense of loss in me.
Tonight, here in our sanctum, we’d written a story together—no, we’d created the next part of our epic legend.
My thoughts slowly cleared, and there was one undeniable fact remaining. His goal had been to ruin me for every other male, and I feared he’d reached this with ease. And still—
Dion’s breath normalized, and so did mine, and soon, he shifted and tucked me into his chest as we were lying side by side. “My Nayana. Are you alright? Was I…too rough?” His hand snaked into my hair and stroked me gently until I was purring.
My voice was full of vulnerable honesty as I caught his tender gaze with mine. “No, Dion. This…was perfect. You were perfect.”
Relief rushed through his expression, and his soft lips touched my forehead in reverence.
Exhaustion wafted over me, and Dion didn’t appear much fresher. Yet there was something I had to say, something important.
“Dion, I—”
“Shhh, tiny one. Don’t even think about the future. Your final decision is only due after the Fourth Act of Courtship. Just relax and sleep for a few hours. I’ll protect you.”
My throat tightened with clashing emotions that battled for my attention, but I didn’t want to think. Today had simply been utopian, and I wouldn’t allow my stupid brain to ruin this for us. Not today, not ever.
Within moments, I fell asleep.