Page 233 of Interion

His eyes dropped to my belly and he placed his hand there, stroking my skin—already sensitive after hearing his promises. I stared at him, not understanding what exactly he meant by this punishment, and my body responded, growing even more sensitive. I felt my nipple harden, brushing against the photo inside my bra, while his fingers explored the curve of my waist.

“Zion?” I called out. “Whatever you’re thinking of doing—we shouldn’t.”

But my voice came out husky too, and my eyes betrayed me, dropping to follow his hands on my abdomen. His touch was slow, delicate, exploratory.

“We shouldn’t?” His ocean-blue eyes gleamed. “We shouldn’t do what, exactly?”

His body moved closer and he placed his hand on my waist. The touch was sinfully good, and my skin reacted, breaking out in goosebumps, craving more.

“We shouldn’t touch each other like this—no kissing, no touching. We can’t lose control,” I reminded him, but I wanted to melt into him, to merge with his body. When it came to Zion, all the closeness in the world would never be enough. He seemed to consider this, but his hands still drifted dangerously toward the edge of my bra.

“I’m not losing control—I’m reclaiming my property,” he said, fingers finding the zipper of my sweatshirt. My eyes went wide the moment he gripped the zipper and began pulling it down. The sweatshirt fell open, exposing my white bra and the photo tucked inside.

“Zion!” I tried to warn him, but my scent was already filling the room. He stopped and raised his eyes to mine.

“No?” He reined in his hands, placing them on my waist. I blinked a few times, trying to understand what kind of control this was. When had he become so restrained? The lustful beast inside me stirred, not liking this restraint at all.

“You can get the photo, but only that.” I held firm. He seemed to have a different opinion as he lowered his gaze to my breasts and bit his lip. His hands explored the sides of my body, awakening every last nerve ending, while my scent grew stronger and stronger. The bra clasp was in front, and his eyes gleamed when he noticed.

“This piece of clothing is really getting in the way of my search.”

Agile fingers latched onto the clasp.

“Zion,” I called his name once more in warning, but all I could think about were the possibilities stretching out before me.

His fingers opened the clasp with surprising skill and he pulled the two halves apart, sending the photo fluttering to the floor. My breasts were exposed, nipples pink and stiff. Zion stared at them with a disconcerting ferocity, his hands gripping my waist. He moved even closer and, with one hand, cupped my face, tilting it gently to the side. Then he pressed his mouth to my ear.

“If you don’t want this, just say so and I’ll stop. You’re in control, Kyller,” he whispered, careful not to get any closer. “I promise to behave, because this isn’t for me—it’s just for you. I’m giving you control of the shadows. If you want to break free or want me to back off, just tell them.”

As he spoke, his voice sank deeper into my senses, and pleasure surged unbridled inside me. I needed contact, but it was risky. I asked the shadows to release my feet, and they did. He was telling the truth—I could break free whenever I wanted. His eyes searched my face, waiting for any trace of permission. I knew it was wrong, and I understood this could push us past a dangerous edge, so I should say no and be responsible. I should push him away and knock some sense into us both, but what I found myself saying was the opposite.

“Do it.”

The word was barely more than a movement of lips. He smiled wickedly, and his hands slid along my waist, traveling up toward my chest. I bit my lip as I watched that torturous journey. When his palm cupped my right breast and his calluses grazed the sensitive peak, a moan escaped my lips. Every nerve in my body seemed to have migrated there. His other hand rose to my other breast, but this time he pinched the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I bit my lip to keep from moaning—his fingers were hot against my skin, and he moved them languidly, making me feel every touch.

“You’re perfect, Kyller. Sometimes I can’t even believe you’re my partner.” He released my nipple and raised his fingers to my lips. “Open,” Zion ordered. I obeyed, hypnotized by his steady gaze, and he slid his finger inside languidly. He seemed to take in the entire scene.

“I want you to suck it and get it nice and wet.” I blushed but obeyed. I took his finger into my mouth, sealing my lips at its base, then swirled my tongue around it. Zion closed his eyes and groaned through clenched teeth while I played with my tongue. Soon he withdrew it, slick with moisture. Delicately, without taking his eyes off mine, he lowered his hand and closed his fingers over my nipple. Then he pulled gently, letting it slip between his wet fingers, and I felt every single centimeter of that contact. Another moan escaped my lips.

“Do you think this is a good punishment?” Zion asked, his eyes begging for more. By then, I was already blind with desire.

“I think theft is a very serious crime—you should be more severe,” I said, even knowing it was wrong. He pinched again and teased me with his fingers. With each touch, a new wave of heat shot straight to my core, making me bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud.

“Like this?” he asked, satisfied. All his attention was focused on that spot, and he didn’t stop working me. Gods, the orgasm was already building out of control.

“More!” I gasped, closing my eyes as I felt his wicked touch. “More!” I begged when he didn’t respond. Then I felt him shift, and soon his tongue was on my breast. I opened my eyes to watch him. He’d lowered his face to my chest, circling, sucking, licking—making me tremble all over. Deliberately, he positioned himself so I could see exactly what he was doing. Then he started sucking harder, biting gently, tugging just a little before letting my nipple slip from between his wet lips.

“Yes!” I whispered. “Fuck, Zion, yes!”

I was coming undone in his hands. My heart raced as his lips and tongue glided like they knew exactly the most torturous path. The orgasm swelled inside me, drowning all my senses, and I threw my head back, moaning as my whole body shook. Still panting, I looked up at him in shock. Zion stared at me like I was the center of his world. My body was still trembling from the orgasm, but he seemed unshakeable.

“Are you okay?” I asked between ragged breaths. I needed air. I’d forgotten to breathe.

“Never been better,” he replied, caressing my waist. The desire was there—I could smell it on him too—but for some reason I didn’t understand, he was in control. I tried to lower my hands from the wall. I wanted to touch him, wanted to rub myself against the hardness straining in his pants, but he stopped me.

“No. I’m not finished yet, and today you’re not going to touch me,” he whispered in my ear as his hand slid down to the waistband of my pants. My body responded instantly, thrilling at the possibilities.

“Are you sure, Zion?” Despite everything, I was still trying to be responsible. “Are you sure you’re well enough?”