Chapter 45
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I awaking feeling happy, warm and safe, to the sound of a phone buzzing. My eyes fluttering open, blinking several times to adjust to the light streaming through the window. Loki’s arms were still wrapped around me, his breathing deep and even. I smile to myself. I was surprised he was still here; I honestly thought he would have left before waking up this morning. Like he had the last few times we had shared a bed together. But he had stayed. I traced my fingertips over the outline of Loki’s tattooed arm. Enjoy the feel of sparks igniting between us as I stroke over his warm-toned skin.
Imagines of last night flood my brain, causing my cheeks to flush with colour. For a heartbeat, I wondered if I had dreamed up everything that had happened between us. But from the soreness between my legs, I knew I hadn’t. So instead, I had given Loki everything.
Loki, whose body made me burning with heat and floating higher than the stars. I wanted more. I needed more. If only we could stay in this moment forever, tangled in the sheets together. The rest of the world is forgotten.
But the reality was this moment couldn’t last, and I was not his girlfriend. It had been casual sex between...I didn’t really know what to call us. Friends didn’t make other friends climax the way he had. Yet, deep down, I felt a bond connecting us together, the sex only enhancing what was already there. If only it could have been that simple.
Careful not to wake Loki, I twist to face him, his arms tightening slightly almost as if to prevent me from vanishing in the morning mist. But his eyes remain closed, his face more vulnerable than I had ever seen him. It made him look younger yet still sexy and beautiful. His chest was bare, and his bottoms covered only tight-fitting boxer briefs. Morning wood pressing ageist my stomach, causing heat to drip between my thighs again. Despite the soreness, I wanted him. I was still completely naked, my body lying pressed to his. Yet, I wasn’t sure why I didn’t feel nervous or embarrassed; instead, I felt sexier than I have ever felt, even beside someone as breathtaking as Loki. I felt special somehow.
I couldn’t help myself from touching him. My fingertips tracing over his shoulder, chest and abs. My body is awake and burning with desire the more I touch.
“That tickles,” he groaned, his voice deep and thick with sleep. His black eyes were fluttering open.
“You stayed,” I remark, my eyes drifting up to meet his. I was curious as to what was going through his head right now.
“This is my bed,” he smirked at me, his usual cockiness returning. “So technically, you stayed,” Loki corrects me. My face falters as I realise maybe he had wanted me to leave.
“I should go,” I blurt, my heart sinking. I try to pull away from Loki, but his grip tightens, keeping me in place. Loki brushes away a stray curl from my face, his black eyes locked on mine. Fingers lingering at my cheek. “How is it you look even more delicious in the morning,” Loki growls, his eyes turning darker. I open my mouth, unsure what to respond to the kind-of-compliment, taking me by surprise.
Loki didn’t give me time to think before suddenly rolled on top of me, his lips catching mine. His kiss was not gentle or sweet; it was passionate and hungry. I didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, my hands trailing down his back, his muscles shifting under my fingers. His hands moving to stoke along the mounds of my breasts. I gasp, heat flooding my veins. I wanted more, my desire for him to be inside me growing with each stroke of his finger, each flick of his tongue. I forcefully grab his arse, pulling him closer—my control snaps.
I roll our bodies, straddling his hips. A flash of dominant protest glinted in Loki eyes from being pinned beneath me. Egotistical male bastard. I ran my hands down his muscled abdomen further, shifting myself lower. Granting me access to his manhood, I lick my lips. Loki quickly stopped objecting.
I ran my fingertips down the v lines that led down into his boxers to what I desired most. I teased at the waistband of his boxers, my fingers trail down to his thighs. He reached for me, but I quickly slapped his hands away. “My turn,” I demanded.
Loki gave me a lazy all-male smile before settling back down, tucking his hands behind his head and waiting for the show. Cocky bastard. I lowered my mouth to his hips, letting my tongue dart over the skin gently. He shivered at the contact. My gentle touch quickly turning ferial as I sink my teeth into his flesh, sucking hard enough to bruise. Loki hisses a sound of both pleasure and pain as my nails dig into his thighs. Enjoying my slow torture. I realise my teeth from his skin, with a satisfied smile.
Before pulling down his boxers to release his enormous member into my hands, already so hard for me, I ran a finger down him in wonder, my core heating. How had this monster fit inside me? I brush my thumb over the tip. Smirking as he hissed again, cock twitching. My tongue flicking over the tip. He groaned, through clenched teeth, “You’re such a tease, baby girl.”
I Lean down, taking him into my mouth. My teeth grazing him ever so slightly. He jerked at the contact “fuck,” he growls. I smile as I take him deeper. My mouth barely fitting half of him; he was so big. His hands fisted in the sheets, white-knuckled as I slid my tongue over him. Taking his cock in and out, my mouth rotating. Hand stroking over where my mouth couldn’t reach. His groaning my undoing.
Loki was only in my mouth for a few minutes before his hands were on my waist, and I was being flipped onto my back. His black eyes were like wildfire as he pulled my legs up and over his shoulders. I whimpered with anticipation as he lined himself up. This time he didn’t give me time to adjust, burying himself in me with a hard thrust. I screamed, my voice breaking as every glorious inch of him filled my body to breaking point.
Loki pulls out, quickly plunging back in. Just like that, he had my body tipped over the edge of ecstasy. My body spasms, my eyes rolling back. “Look at you, falling apart already. Like your body was made for me to fuck” Loki approved, his voice deep and husky. He kissed my ankles, my legs, his eyes on me as he thrust in again and again. His muscles were flexing; god, it was too much. He was too much. Just looking at him, his body sinfully sexy and connecting with mine. It melted me.
His hands travel down to my arse, squeezing and pitching my skin. Then suddenly, he’s picking me, my legs wrapping around his hips. His cock was still buried deep inside me. He slammed my back ageist the wall, his lips finding mine. I kiss him back, grinding my hips ageist him, my hands tugging at his hair. He groans, meeting my hips with his own world-shattering thrusts. “Loki”, I whimper. My bodybuilding to another orgasm, I wasn’t sure I could endure. He swears as he feels my pussy tighten around him, his breathing becoming uneven. He was close, his thrusts becoming shorter and faster. I bury my head in his neck. “Please,” I beg, tugging harder on his hair, my nails digging into his back. But it was too late; my orgasm hit me like a train wreck. I bite into his neck hard, lights going off behind my eyes, body jerking as orgasms roll off me like waves. Loki lets out a mighty groan, gripping my hips hard as his seed pours into me. My own body was trembling ageist his. We stayed like that for several movements till his manhood still buried inside me softened, and he pulled out.
“Look at me”, Loki ordered. I Force myself to raise my heavy head. My body was sore and satisfied. Our eyes met, something unreadable lingering behind the surface I didn’t recognise. He kissed my cheeks, then my lips. His kiss was soft, gentle as if he might break me. Something I thought him capable of. It was more intermit than any we had shared before, lasting only a moment before he broke away. He pulled back just enough to press his sweaty forehead to mine. He opened his mouth to say something but seemed to struggle to find the words. Finally, he sighed. “Let me clean you up”, Loki suggested.
I twirl my hands around his neck. Grateful as he carried me to the bathroom, I wasn’t sure my legs would have been able to support my weight just yet. So I kept quiet, leaning my head ageist his shoulder. The sound of running water filled the room, Loki letting the water heat before stepping inside.
The warm water cursed my muscles, my breasts. It was so good I wanted to moan. Loki pressed my back ageist the cold tilted wall, causing me to hiss. He stifled a laugh before muttering a half-hearted “sorry”. I raised my head to glare at him, only to find his eyes staring at my lips in silent desire. The water running down his dark hair, then streaming down his muscular body. His body was glistening. My breath caught. My core was sore and heated. The look in Loki’s eyes was predatory and told me all I needed to know. He wanted me. My mouth when dry, body tensing. How could that man have so much stamina? We only just had sex, yet he wanted me again! Before I could finish my thoughts, Loki lips found mine kissing me slow and passionately. Our lips were already swollen from kissing. I kiss him back, the water pouring over us. Forcing my eye closed, my breath rough.
Finally, he pulled back, breathing hard. Eyes dark. “You know you’re driving me fucking crazy!” He growled. His eyes were wandering over my full aching breasts, my nipples hard. He groaned, burying his face in my cleavage. He licked my damp skin before sucking my nipple into his mouth. I moan, my hands grasping onto his back. His cock soon hard yet again, poking ageist my entrance. “Loki”, I gasp. Despite the heat burning through my body. The desire in my core. There was no way I could take him again. It would surely kill me.
He groans, switching to my other breast, his teeth grazing the nipple. I moan, hands fisting into his hair, pulling roughly. Loki pulls back, eyes glazed. “Can you stand?” He husks. I nod, letting my legs unbound from his hips. He helped me to the ground, making sure I didn’t fall before realising me.
Before turning to grab the shower gel, giving me a view of his perfect perky arse, I moan out loud like a pervert before I could bite down on my lips. Loki turns around, catching my graze; he winks at me, a cocky grin on his lips. Cocky bastard. I stick my tongue out at him, causing him to chuckle.
Loki rubs the gel between his hands, making them all soapy. His dark eyes locked to mine as his hands, massaging and washing me. From my shoulders to my breasts, rubbing and stroking more than necessary. I close my eyes, arching into his touch. I never knew this side of him existed; it was vulnerable, protective and selfless. The more time I spent with him, the more I realised I didn’t know Loki at all. He was more than just the hard shell he wanted everyone to see. He could be warm and gentle.
His hands caressed lower over my stomach my thighs. I bite my lips, all though drifting away as I focus on that touch. My eyes were bursting open as his hands travelled between my legs, a smirk on his lips. He rubs the soap gently over me, his fingers teasing over my clit. Causing my body to alight with pleasure. I gasp grabbing his wrist; my breathing rushed.
Loki smiles wider mischievous and sexy, pressing a quick kiss to my lips before resuming his lazy strokes around my clit. His black eyes were watching me. I whimper, my knees going weak. Loki easily supports my weight, one hand around my waist. His fingers were teasing and cleaning, his body pressing me ageist the wall. I moan uncontrollably, the sound echoing off the bathroom tiles. He doesn’t stop till I orgasm, with nothing but his fingers stroking my clit. His lips press into mine as my body trembles, his mouth absorbing my screams.
