Chapter 8 #3
Loki broke away from her breasts and kissed down her belly to her hips.
He kissed over a bruise the size of a grapefruit, and she grimaced but didn’t dare tell him to stop.
He lowered the sweats and kissed her bare skin.
She dug her hands into his hair as he lowered the pants more and more, kissing his way down her thighs to her toes.
When he removed the fabric, he stood and shucked off his shoes and jeans.
Every inch of him was a giant mass of taut muscles. Not bulky and brawny, but lean like a panther. Agile and strong.
Loki crawled back onto the bed and proceeded to kiss from her toes up her thighs to the juncture between her legs.
He buried his face in her and licked her from one end to the other.
She gasped at his tongue rubbing over her most sensitive places.
Val looked into Loki's eyes as he licked her throbbing center, a deep longing welling up inside her.
"Don't stop..." she panted.
Loki groaned and bit down softly on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh before answering with his tongue.
"Never..." He licked her harder and faster, and her body wound tight with need for release.
Val cried out, shaking violently as the first wave of pleasure wound tighter inside her.
"So good," she moaned, arching into his touch. Her wings spread wide, seeking purchase on the bed beneath her.
He pressed a finger deep inside her, and he stroked in perfect rhythm with his tongue, sending shivers of delight through her body. She couldn't believe how good it felt to finally let go, to trust someone enough to feel the raw intensity of emotion.
“Loki... I can't..." Her words caught in her throat as pleasure washed over her. She dug her nails into the sheets beneath them.
"Let go, Signe."
She didn't need to be asked twice. Her body shuddered, and she climaxed as his tongue continued to flick her nub and his fingers pressed in and out of her.
Her body writhed and clenched as he worked her through her climax, and when she came down enough to breathe again, she let go of the headboard with a groan and panted limply against the mattress.
Loki continued taking his time with her as he kissed from her stomach to her mouth. She kissed him hungrily, wanting him inside her fully, but wanting to make sure he was taken care of as well.
"I've never... done that to a man before," she said. "But I'd like to return the favor if you'll be patient."
Loki kissed her again. "Not this time. This is about you, not me."
“Last time was about me. This time should be about both of us.”
She'd never expected Loki to be a generous lover. There were so many different things that she thought she'd known about him that she'd been wrong about. It left her feeling both foolish and intrigued. What else didn't she know about him?
Loki hovered above her, his presence as intense as a summer thunderstorm on the verge of release.
His lips traced a path down Val's neck. He took her breast into his mouth with a tenderness that sent shivers rippling through her body.
Then, with a slow thrust of his hips, he was inside her, filling her.
Val moaned as she took in the length of him. It had been so long since she'd had a man inside her. But this wasn't just any man; it was Loki. A Norse god. And he absolutely was in every way.
Loki kissed her as he sucked in a breath and rocked inside her again and again. Moving with deliberate slowness, creating a rhythm almost musical, resonating within her like the low hum of ocean waves crashing on the sand.
"Harder," she gasped.
Loki chuckled. "No, love. Be patient." He kissed her again, letting his tongue swirl inside her mouth.
Her need for him to go harder dissipated as the coil of release built inside her again.
Over and over, he rolled his hips into hers in an upward circular motion, causing him to rub against her sensitive nub and sending shockwaves through her.
He kissed her, his hands roaming her body, squeezing and teasing her nipples until she once again spiraled close to the edge.
With every gentle motion, she drew closer to an unknown place where sensation and emotion fused.
She wrapped her arms around Loki's back and dug her nails into his skin.
Loki growled, and his body tensed as he kissed her harder. Soon she pulled him into her and ground her hips against his, wanting him deeper. Her body heated, and sensations she'd never experienced before coursed through her. Need. Loss. Pleasure. Desire... Love.
Was that what he'd meant when he'd said he wanted to make love to her? Had he known doing what he did would open her up and make her vulnerable? Had that been his intention all along?
She didn't have a chance to think any more about it because she tumbled over the edge and climaxed again.
As soon as she did, Loki pulled his lips from hers and stared into her eyes as his body tensed, and he climaxed as well.
For a moment, his eyes turned icy, and his skin took on an ashy blue hue.
Horns sprouted from the front of his skull and curled backward over his head.
His face grew more angular as his eyes glowed with inner light.
She blinked several times to see if she was imagining it, but the image didn't leave. A Jotunn. He really was a Jotunn.
He leaned in and kissed her hard. His lips crushed hers against his, his breathing labored.
When he broke the kiss, he appeared as he always did.
No horns, no ashen skin, no glowing icy eyes.
Just his handsome, tanned face and dark, wavy hair.
She’d imagined it… or had she? Was his whole image a facade?
He kissed her forehead before rolling over on his side and pulling her into him. She wrapped her arms around him and clung to him for several seconds as she replayed the image in her head.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked.
"Why would you think that?"
"The expression on your face. It was... pained almost." Fear tinged his voice, or possibly anxiety.
She sat up and searched his face. Did he not realize what had happened when he climaxed?
"I saw you," she said.
His eyebrows drew together. "And I saw you."
She shook her head. "No. I mean... I saw you. The real you. Why do you hide who you are?"
His gaze flickered, and terror struck his features for a moment before he swallowed. "Why do you hide your wings? Or your feelings? Or your name?"
She didn't need to answer. They both knew why.
"Show me," she whispered.
Loki looked at her for a long time without speaking, as if silently pleading with her not to ask it of him.
“I want to see you,” she urged. In the last hours, he’d seen her at some of her worst, and he’d learned her real name. Something was changing between them, and she needed him to know he was as safe with her as she was with him.
The air around him shimmered, and the facade fell away. There on the bed lay the real Loki. Longer limbed and a full head taller than before. His skin was a pale, dusty blue, his eyes like sky-blue diamonds, and large, smooth black horns protruded from his forehead, curving upward.
He waited, not breathing, not moving.
She reached out and touched his cheek, and then moved her hand up to his horns.
They were warm and smooth as glass. She continued to run her fingers all the way to the sharp points at the end and then traced her hand through his hair and down to his hard chest. His heartbeat thumped against her palm where she rested it.
"Will you leave now?" he asked. "Ashamed and horrified for having lain with a monster?"
Val smiled. "I've been bedded by monsters before, and I have news for you, Loki, god of mischief and Jotunn, you are no monster."
Loki’s eyes clouded with emotion. He reached out and pulled her mouth to his before kissing her and then setting his forehead against hers. "You are like no woman I have ever met."
"And you are like no man I have ever met."
Loki looked at her seriously. "Maybe that is because we were only meant for each other, Signe."
Her chest squeezed, and she fought to find words, but had none. Could it be true? Could Loki be the one she'd been waiting for?