Chapter Ten #2
Elle couldn't help the tears that welled in her eyes.
No one had ever spoken so kindly to her before.
No one had ever said anything remotely close to telling her they wanted to take care of her.
Val, though her best friend, wasn't tender.
Her way of showing Elle she loved her was to teach her to fight and to help her become as strong as possible.
Hugs and laughs weren't something they shared.
Thor brushed a tear from her eye with the pad of his thumb, and her body flushed. He leaned in and kissed the trail the tear had taken up her cheek. Then he kissed across her forehead and down her nose to her lips.
The taste of him made her moan. Embarrassed, she began to pull away, yet his hand rested at the nape of her neck, holding her in place with an unspoken command. Desire pooled in her belly. Heat and need blossomed inside her, and when his lips parted, she let his tongue entwine with hers.
Sensations rushed through her, and kissing him wasn't enough. She wanted his hands on her skin. Wanted him naked and to run her hands down the planes of his body.
Her breath hitched as his palms glided down her spine, pausing with deliberate intent before claiming the curve of her rear. She stiffened, and his grip softened, fingers trembling as if waging a silent battle for control.
Their lips parted, leaving the air charged between them. Thor’s gaze met hers- steady and piercing- before he looked away, swallowing hard.
His husky whisper echoed in the space around them. “Say the word, and I’ll stop.”
Her heart hammered in her chest like a drum. She could hardly think, but she didn’t want him to stop.
Tingles raced over her skin. All the stories she'd read about in her father's library burst into her mind, and she wanted to feel what it was like to make love to someone. But not someone, Thor, God of Thunder.
* * *
Thor cradled Elle in his arms. Tasting her sweet lips while her body warmed him from the inside out was almost more than he could take. He wanted more than to make love to her. He wanted her like he'd never wanted another.
Sweet and tender, innocent and kind, she was more than a one-night stand; she was someone he could spend the rest of his immortal days with. Someone he would never tire of. Someone who would bring peace into his chaotic world. Someone to share himself with, someone... to grow older with.
When she didn’t tell him to stop, he kissed her harder. How was it possible he'd found her, and she'd woven her way into his heart so fast? In his thousands and thousands of years of life, he'd never let anyone in so fast.
She pressed her soft, willowy body into his and met his kisses with equal fervor. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed in the corner. She stared at him, her eyes hooded with desire as he led her to her bedroom, lay her on the bed, and stripped off his jacket.
He lay atop her and relished her soft curves pressing against his chest and hipbones.
She pulled his mouth back to hers and kissed him fiercely, making his desire for her spike further. So timid and yet so willful.
He ran his fingers under the hem of her shirt, and she made a mewling sound that almost undid him. He needed to keep control. He couldn't rush her. He wanted to relish her, memorize her. Give her everything she’d ever wanted, but stop in an instant if she told him to.
It had never been that way for him before. He’d never wanted to give without taking. Never gone gentle or slow. But with Elle, he wanted to savor every second.
He trailed his palm over her soft belly and down between her thighs. He parted her legs so he could settle between them. His erection pushed against his pants and rested against her core.
She sucked in a sharp breath and arched toward him.
Thor ran his hand up over her shirt and cupped her small breast through the fabric.
She moaned and ran her hands under the back of his shirt.
Her soft fingers traced his skin, making parts of him wake up for the first time in a long time and take notice.
Thor kissed down her throat to her collarbone.
He kissed across it and then down to her other breast. He nipped at it through the fabric and continued lower and kissed down her side.
She gripped his shirt, and the further he slid, the higher it rose until she had lifted it off him.
He tossed it to the ground and then lifted the edge of her T-shirt and kissed across her flat stomach.
She dug her nails into his shoulders, hitting one of his various scars and making a jolt of pain shoot up his neck, the pain mixing with his pleasure in a deliciously impossible way.
He kissed his way up her torso to her breasts. He slid her shirt up, and she pulled it off as he unclasped her pink lacy bra and slid it off her shoulders. He gazed upon her in the moonlight, and she flushed with a peachy glow and looked away.
"Look at me," he commanded.
Her gaze traveled back to his.
"Don't you know how utterly gorgeous you are?"
"It's... it's not that..."
"What is it?" He searched her face, and realization dawned. "You've never done this before."
She shook her head.
Shit. That wasn't something he expected.
"Elle, is this something you want to do?"
"Yes. Gods yes. But... I... I need to tell you something."
He kissed her. "You don't need to tell me anything. I've tried to force you to tell me about your past, but I don't care."
"You don't?"
"I mean, I do. But only if you want to tell me.
I don't want you to do anything you aren't comfortable with.
Whether it be talking about your past or this.
If you aren't ready, I understand. I need you to believe me when I tell you I am not interested in simply having sex with you.
When I look at you, I see... forever." Thor felt ridiculous saying the words he held in his heart, but somehow, he couldn't stop himself.
He needed her to believe that his intentions were nothing but sincere.
Without a word, she pulled his mouth back to hers and ran her hands down his torso to his belt buckle, which he whipped off before unzipping his pants.
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Elle had no idea what she was doing. It was like her body had complete control of her, and she was a passenger along for the ride.
She fumbled with his buckle with shaky hands as he kissed down the side of her neck and over her breasts, making them pucker with sensitivity.
Her hands stopped moving as the pure bliss of his mouth on her skin invaded every inch of her.
He waited, his eyes questioning.
"Don't stop," she breathed.
Thor undid the buckle to his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. She peeked down to see he wore nothing underneath. How could that be comfortable?
She didn't have time to think about it as he kissed down her stomach, stopped at her waistband, and hooked his fingers underneath.
She stiffened, and Thor didn't do more than trace his fingers under the waistband of her leggings.
He raised up and kissed her again, his mouth hot and greedy.
His own need only fed into hers, making her heat further.
Slowly, he slid his palm down her leggings between her legs. The sensation jolted through her, and she arched against him and grabbed his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. Somehow, the motion made his kisses deeper and harder.
She ran her fingers down his back and grabbed his rear. Firm and round, it showed not an ounce of fat on it. She gripped his rear and pulled his hips toward her. His length ground into her most sensitive area, and she melted. Every inch of her buzzed with electricity. She wanted him. Needed him.
Elle slid her hand between them and cupped his length. Thor groaned against her mouth and bit her lip before dropping his head to her shoulder and breathing hard.
He nipped her neck while she used her fingers to stroke the length of him. His soft skin molded to her fingers, and she soon found herself pushing his jeans down farther.
"Thor..." she whispered. "I want you."
He didn't have to be told a second time. He slid off the bed, and his boots and pants hit the floor with a clunk.
Elle took in the length of his taut, muscular body and understood why he was a god.
He'd been chiseled like nothing she had ever seen.
And the scars he wore attested to his accomplishments.
All tanned skin and firmly cut muscles. He sported a small light trail of hair down his belly that made her want to feel its silky fibers between her fingers.
Thor crawled back up on the bed and skimmed his fingers under the edge of her leggings again, and this time he slipped them as well as her panties down her legs and threw them to the ground.
He took her in for a moment as if committing every inch of her to memory. Then, starting at her toes, he bent down and pressed a kiss into her foot. Her ankle. Her calf. Behind her knee. And up the inside of her thigh. Her core clenched as his warm breath hit her straight between her legs.
She tangled her fingers in his thick hair as he hooked his arms around her thighs and pulled her into his face.
Nervousness and embarrassment flooded her.
What would Val think if she saw Elle like this?
Giving in to Thor’s touch so easily. But more than that, she worried what Thor thought.
Thought of her body, her scent, her touch.
But every worry fled as he licked up her most sensitive area, making her hips buck.
She'd never known anything could feel so amazing.
Thor stroked her with his tongue, making her body spasm and tremble.
Something wound tight inside her, and then slowly his finger entered her.
The sensation almost had Elle shoot off the bed.
She grabbed Thor's head harder as he kissed the inside of her thigh and used his fingers to bring her unfathomable pleasure.