Chapter 15
Thor helped me carry the presents into the apartment.
We were laughing over some memories from earlier. Lucca vomiting on Gio had been epic. I had never seen a person pale so fast and go into shock the way she did.
“I warned her not to spin Lucca around like that because he had just eaten. But who said she listened?”
I placed the last load of presents on the table and turned, smiling weakly.
Thor would leave, and once again, I would be handed over to my loneliness…
Before the thought could make me feel bad, he took a step closer, his fixed gaze weighing on me, his expression making me restless and awkward.
The relaxed atmosphere gave way to sudden tension.
“Have dinner with me?”
His voice was pure velvet sliding over my skin.
“Thor,” I nearly cried, too weak to resist. “No… Don’t do this.”
“We don’t need to go out, Ella.” He came closer. “I can cook for us. I’m good at that.” He smiled in a way that was completely beautiful, and I followed.
“Yes, you are.”
“Can I stay?”
I looked infinitely, speechless, not knowing how to react.
Expectation seized my stomach.
This wasn’t a literal request.
Thor stretched out his hand, held my chin, and lifted my head.
“Don’t you miss me, baby? Not even a little? I die for you every day, dreaming of the day you’ll call me back and say you love me.”
His breath mingled with mine.
My pulse hammered wildly while I kept looking at him.
I don’t know why I wasn’t stopping his stealthy approach, his face lowering… My voice disappeared. Maybe because speaking in that moment would have been inappropriate.
“I need my air, Ella.”
God, so did I.
My mouth watered, and a frenzy shot through my body, the impulsive feeling eating me alive as I looked at his lips inches from mine.
Very aware of Thor.
His body.
His scent.
His touch.
His heat.
I wanted nothing more than to press my mouth to his, suck his tongue, and have mine sucked with the same lascivious intensity. Kiss him until my lips went numb and my heart beat hard and fast enough to explode in my chest…
… I waited… He hesitated, then pressed his lips against mine.
It was like being struck by lightning. I choked in surprise, opening my mouth. Thor slid his tongue over my lip and probed inside with professional calm.
Thor kissed me as he had never kissed me before.
Patient. Reverent. Gentle.
I felt my whole body tremble, then soften under the contact of his lips. The minty breath, the softness of his wet mouth, his big hands still on me, mine closed around his arms, feeling the powerful muscles ripple beneath his skin.
Everything paused in that moment except for our lips moving and the inner trembling induced by our tongues teasing each other.
It was a simple kiss. Without depth. I kissed him so slowly and softly, afraid to break the moment. I wanted it to last for eternity and beyond.
I crushed my fingers into his skin, the gesture contradicting all the calm imposed on the movement of our mouths. He groaned low in his throat. I sighed in delight.
We kissed, kissed, and kissed.
I wouldn’t have stopped if my lungs hadn’t been screaming for air.
We pulled apart, not much, close enough to drink each other’s breath.
Thor dripped sex appeal. Desire burned in his gaze, and I knew mine was a mirror of his.
All that crazy chemistry locked away under seven keys, the tension that always followed us, was one step away from being set loose, and when he kissed me again, the locks broke and madness took over.
Thor kissed me as if the world were ending.
I kissed him as if my chest were about to explode.
It was a kiss full of layers, of lovers with a torrid love story.
My body, my mind, my senses remembered him.
Every cell in me remembered what it was like to be with him.
There were no hurts or bad memories withering my spirit. His tongue, his body, swept them to the back of my mind. Then I was free to be his.
Desire lit and burned slowly.
Thor was good like that.
I wanted him so much.
My heart ached.
My hands rose and disappeared into his hair. Thor pulled me against his chest, hard, with will, squeezing our bodies together, rubbing against me. Hot, bubbling excitement ran through my veins as need stretched between us and bound us with equal intensity.
I moaned into his mouth and went mad drinking in his rough groans.
The heat of our bodies, the contact, the delicious kiss, made me wet.
Thor palmed my ass and then hoisted me onto the table.
His mouth scraped over my neck, tracing down to the upper contour of my breasts exposed by the neckline while his hands infiltrated beneath my dress.
He bit my flesh, sucked hard. I opened my mouth to gasp, and his thumb pushed inside.
I wrapped my lips around it desperately, sucking him with wet, loud pops, imagining it was his penis growing thick under the squeeze of my hand.
Thor pulled my panties down my legs. In seconds, I was naked, swollen, and so needy.
My breasts were heavy with desire, my pussy drooling, very wet, sore and empty.
I had never needed him filling me so much.
I should have stopped there, stopped him when he knelt between my thighs, placing them over his shoulders, spreading me for his eager gaze…
It was too late.
His tongue struck my slit, brushing up and down, the soft scrape of his beard on my sensitive part making me tremble… moan… arch with pleasure…
I closed my eyes, shut off my brain, and let my body go.
I screamed so loud when I came that the entire building must have heard.
In another moment, I was off the table, in Thor’s arms. My legs wrapped around his waist. His mouth captured mine. We must have hit something… The sofa… Thor brought us down to the floor, arms at my sides so he wouldn’t hurt me.
There was an electric moment when our eyes aligned.
“Ella…”
I touched his lips. “No.”
I lifted my head, sliding my hand to the back of his neck, and kissed him deeply, pouring my frustrations into his lips.
I profaned his mouth with devilish sensuality, licking, kissing, pushing my tongue.
I bit his lip hard, on the verge of breaking the skin.
He made a rough sound in his throat, and I released him with a suck, then we kissed harder, raising the excitement.
My lips were pure seduction against his.
My body responded to him, wetter, more aroused than ever.
Thor moved his knees, pushing me wider, then pressed his hard cock against my heated center. I arched, muttering, rubbing myself back against him.
It was so good, so delicious…
I wanted to roll my eyes with pleasure.
I dragged my hands over his back, pulling his shirt up.
He stopped kissing me and finished pulling the shirt over his head.
Sitting on his calves in front of my open legs, chest heaving, Thor inhaled deeply and slid his eyes over my body.
His hungry gaze gave me enough confidence.
Still, I was grateful for the low living-room light hiding the little flaws in my body.
I licked my dry lips, waiting for him, but Thor didn’t move.
His gaze was deep in lust, but doubt hovered there too.
I got on my knees in front of him, unbuckled his pants, pulled the zipper down, and grabbed his hard penis. I did it fast before reality hit. Just today, I didn’t want to remember it. How much it hurt. How much it wounded. How much it enraged.
Thor looked at me with curiosity, then confusion.
He opened his mouth, and I closed it with my next move.
I climbed him. His hands wrapped around me quickly, pushing down.
I let myself go, falling astride his thighs.
I didn’t care about the roughness of the jeans scraping against my soft skin.
It was exciting, actually. His hand squeezed my ass and the other grabbed the back of my head.
Thor kissed me with everything he had. I made my way between our bodies, still kissing him, and guided him inside.
He entered me slowly, leaving me breathless, and we did it like we had never done it before.
A kind of madness and calm in equal measure.
It was intense, but soft.
Fast.
Hard.
Wet.
Possessive.
There was no beauty in what we were doing.
We were two frantic bodies seeking pleasure.
There were no kisses.
There were no caresses.
There were no beautiful or sensual words.
I know this was insane, dangerous, terrible for both of us.
I came so hard, the pleasure almost agonizing, clutching his shoulders, my hands claws in his skin as if he were my world. Thor grabbed me by the waist and drove himself inside me, faster, deeper, harder, and groaned as he came.
Jesus, he was beautiful. His face tense, lip caught between his teeth, the rough sound vibrating from his throat… Tears filled my eyes, and he kissed each one, then kissed me.
He was still hard inside me. Buried deep. There was no empty physical space in me. Only Thor. I was full and filled. I was home.
Everything was so perfect, as if nothing had happened, as if we were the same madly in love couple from before I was pushed down the stairs.
I searched his eyes, without the need for pillow talk.
“Bedroom?”