Page 234 of Interion

“Trust me,” he purred, loosening the drawstring of my pants.

I searched for any sign that something was wrong, studying every movement of his body, but he only met my gaze with the same intensity. As confident and controlled as if we were in a sparring session.

“I trust you. I don’t trust myself!”

“And that’s why you’re immobilized.” He finished loosening the drawstring, then slowly slid my pants down to my knees. His eyes devoured every inch of my exposed body, and despite my shyness, I loved that look. But to my surprise, he pulled my arms from the wall and spun me around. He pinned me facing the wall, legs slightly apart, my ass raised and exposed to his hungry gaze. I felt his hands trailing down my ribs, tracing my waist, finally reaching my hips. His fingers found the edge of my panties and hooked beneath them.

“No,” I panted breathlessly. I tried to look back at him, my heart racing at the thought of him pulling off that last barrier.

“No?” Zion asked, stopping.

He studied my face, searching for the problem. But there was no problem—only my embarrassment—and my flushed face should have been enough for him to understand. His eyes gleamed with desire as he began sliding my panties down.

“No,” I whispered shyly again, but everything between my legs was on fire and I was going crazy with this game. He wanted to see me naked, and despite wanting the same thing, I felt embarrassed.

“Are you sure?” He stopped again, smiling. He kissed my neck, trailing delicate kisses to my shoulder. I didn’t know what to say. Yes or no? My mind was short-circuiting, and he waited for my answer, his hands tracing my hips. “I adore every inch of your body. You don’t need to be ashamed of anything that happens here.”

“Yes!” I exclaimed when desire won out over shyness.

His eyes blazed with lust. He crouched down and finished sliding off the last piece of clothing, letting it fall to my feet. I felt Zion studying every inch of my body, his hands cupping my ass as if memorizing the shape of my curves. I started to think I wouldn’t come out of this with my sanity intact. How would life ever go back to normal after something like this? He was taking me apart piece by piece, and every piece of me loved his touch.

“You have no idea how much I want to taste you. Your scent is delicious, but the taste... I catch myself imagining it every time I get myself off.” Zion kissed my neck and brushed his nose against my ear. My heart pounded wildly as he pressed his body against mine, pinning me to the wall.

Then he pulled me away from the wall, his hands wrapping around my waist and spreading just below my breasts. Still behind me, he buried his face in my neck, breathing deep to take in my scent. His hand descended slowly, dragging languidly across my skin, circling my navel, taking time to trace the shape of my hip bone, and when it finally reached my core, I moaned at how gently he touched me there. His cock pressed hard against my ass, and I tried to stay still, but desire shook through me, begging for more. When I tried to grind against him, the shadows stopped me, maintaining an unshakeable yet careful grip around my wrists.

“Tell me how you like it.”

His fingers pressed deeper, finding that sensitive spot hidden between my folds. They glided through my slickness.

“Fuck, Kyller,” he cursed, his voice hoarse with desire. “How am I supposed to control myself when you're this wet for me?” His eyes looked wild, but his fingers were gentle. I bit my lip, unable to say anything coherent. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, then resumed his movements. His fingers traced slow circles—maddeningly slow—and my body writhed against the wall as I tried to get closer to him. With his other hand, he cupped my left breast, working both areas with hungry intensity. That sensation couldn't be real, because if it were, I'd be completely lost to this man. His breathing grew heavier as he kissed my neck, making me delirious. I could no longer tell what were lips or fingers—I only felt the pleasure of it all, and I tried desperately to stay still.

“Like this? Is this how you like it?” he whispered in my ear, nibbling my earlobe. I just grunted—an incoherent, satisfied sound. Then he began to massage faster, his fingers seeming to know my body perfectly. His body pressed against mine, his tongue playing with my earlobe, and I imagined that if paradise really existed, Zion's fingers would be part of it. I moaned even louder. I wanted more. I needed more.

“Please, Zion,” I begged, not even knowing what I was begging for.

“More?” he asked, pride in his voice.

“More,” I answered, squeezing my legs together for more friction. Then I felt Zion pull away and turn me around again, pinning me in my previous position. His feet nudged my legs apart, and they happily obeyed the command. The shadows released my arms, allowing me movement only to pin me again in an even more vulnerable position: legs spread wide.

“You're going to be the death of me,” he murmured, kissing my neck. He trailed down my belly, leaving a sinful path of kisses. Finally, he knelt in front of me, holding my gaze. His hands gripped my hips. He pulled me forward. I pressed my back against the wall, but my hips tilted toward him like an offering, and I could clearly see myself exposed to his eyes. Zion smiled like a lion that had cornered a rabbit.

“Beautiful,” he said, lowering his gaze to the sensitive, vulnerable flesh before him. I could only think that I was going to have a second orgasm right there. “You completely throw me off, Kyller. Every part of your body was made just to drive me crazy.”

He finished removing my pants and panties wrapped around my ankles. I trembled with desire, and the position required my abs to work to keep me steady. This only heightened the tension and sensitivity. Zion lifted my right leg and hooked my knee over his shoulder, exposing me even more to his hungry gaze. He kissed my right thigh, then worked his way up—kissing, licking, teasing the whole way. I was falling apart in his hands while he held my eyes throughout. Zion positioned himself between my legs, gripping my ass firmly.

Then a shrill sound echoed through the room. We both looked at the phone glowing and ringing in his pocket.

“Shit,” he cursed, pulling his hand from my ass and reaching down to grab the phone. The name “Cauê” appeared on the screen. He quickly declined the call and tossed the phone aside.

“Don't you think you should answer?” I asked breathlessly. “It might be important.”

“Nothing's more important than you.” He ran his hands over my hips again and moved closer.

The phone rang again. We both grunted in exasperation. This time, I was genuinely annoyed.

“You can answer. I'll wait,” I grumbled, but the mood had already faded, and now I was starting to feel embarrassed about being so exposed. He sighed, then lowered my leg. He stood and picked up the phone from the floor.

“When this phone rings, it's always a problem, and it's never quick. I'm sorry, but I think we'll have to save this for another time.”