Chapter Ten #3
Everything she'd ever read or seen amongst her father's men in the castle had been nothing like that.
They'd taken women from behind. Forcefully.
She'd never known such pleasure was possible for a woman.
Val had told her on her wedding night, she was to lie still and let Thadren do what he needed to.
But what Thor seemed to need to do... She was perfectly fine letting him.
Shivers and tingles raced through her body and up her thighs to her core. Her body wound tight, looking for something. Something higher, stronger.
Thor rose up, and she yanked his mouth to hers. She needed him. Wanted every inch of his body on hers and wanted him inside her.
She reached down and gripped him tight once more, guiding him toward her core. He broke the kiss for a moment.
"Easy," he said. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't," she said, not sounding as sure.
"Slow," said Thor.
He circled a finger around her entrance again, and then the pressure of his length rested in the same place. He bit her lip, catching her attention, and slowed his kisses, letting his tongue play with hers.
She went to reach for him again, but he pinned her hands above her head.
"Trust me," he said, before bowing his head and sucking one of her breasts into his mouth.
Elle thought she might burst from desire as Thor circled his hips against hers and slowly, infinitesimally, he pressed into her. At first, her body resisted.
“Relax. I won’t hurt you,” he promised. “And if you want me to stop-”
“No,” she breathed. “Don’t stop.”
He kissed her again, pushing against her and then withdrawing. Deeper, and then withdrawing again. Then deeper still before pulling back.
She wanted to scream at him. To grab his hips and force him fully inside her, but he held her wrists over her head and continued kissing her.
He pushed inside her, and there was a moment of resistance before pressure, and then he filled her.
The sensation both thrilled and terrified her.
Thor groaned and sucked in a sharp breath.
He continued to kiss her, allowing her a moment to process.
But the moment morphed into need. She needed him.
Wanted to make love to him, not lie there and do nothing.
Elle tried to move her hips back and forth.
Thor's kisses grew hungrier, and then she wasn't the only one moving.
Thor drew out sensations in her body she'd never experienced.
Soon, the friction between them grew, and the rhythmical lovemaking became faster and less gentle. Her body spiraled deeper and deeper.
He called her name, letting go of one of her hands to grip her hip and pull her closer. His body rolled down on her, hitting a part of her she didn’t know existed. Suddenly, something burst inside her. Body clenching, muscles tight, the greatest pleasure she had experienced slammed through her.
She fought to hang on to Thor as his movements became frenzied and he released her second hand to grab the headboard of her bed.
Elle lifted his chin and made him look at her as his body shuddered, and he called her name.
Outside, lightning crackled, and thunder rolled through the sky like a thousand stampeding stallions.
Every inch of him tensed, and she continued to pull his hips against hers as his face twisted in a mix of agony and ecstasy.
Eventually, he collapsed on top of her. He breathed heavy, and his heartbeat pounded against hers.
Then he lifted himself up on his elbows and kissed her again.
Tenderly, like he was afraid he'd hurt her.
She cupped his face in her hands, and lightning flashed in his eyes.
"Elle..."
"Thor."
He kissed her again before rolling off her and pulling her into his arms.
His body wrapped around hers, making her tingle from head to toe. Thor, God of Thunder, had made love to her. Sutrelle- daughter of his enemy.
Elle squeezed her eyes shut, a tremor running through her body that had nothing to do with pleasure.
The weight of her deception pressed against her chest, making each breath shallow and painful.
Thor's arms around her felt like a sanctuary and a trap.
His heartbeat thrummed against her back, strong and steady, while hers raced with panic.
"Are you all right?" Thor's voice rumbled against her ear, his breath warm on her neck.
She nodded, not trusting her voice. How did she tell him now? The words stuck in her throat like shards of glass. Surtr's daughter. Enemy of Asgard. Liar.
"Elle?" His fingers traced gentle patterns along her arm, raising goosebumps in their wake. "You're shaking."
She rolled to face him, forcing herself to open her eyes. His face was so close, blue eyes still glinting with remnants of lightning, stubble rough against her palm as she touched his cheek. The tenderness in his gaze made something crack inside her.
"I'm just..." The lie died on her lips. She couldn't bear to add another falsehood to the mountain between them. Not now. Not after what they'd shared.
Thor brushed a strand of hair from her face, his calloused thumb lingering at her temple. "Whatever it is, you can tell me."
A sob built in her throat. The secret she carried was a living thing, clawing to get out. If she told him, she would lose him. If she didn't, she would lose herself.
"I'm afraid," she whispered.
His brow furrowed, protective instinct flashing across his features. "Of what?"
"That this isn't real." It wasn't what she meant to say, but it wasn't untrue. "That when you know me- truly know me- you'll..."
"I'll what?" His voice was gentle, but his body tensed.
Elle pressed her forehead against his chest, breathing in his scent- ozone and iron and something uniquely him.
Her heart lay raw, exposed, like an open wound.
She had never given herself to anyone before- not her body, not her trust, not her heart.
Now she had surrendered all three, and the vulnerability terrified her.
"You won’t like me," she whispered into his skin. “Or worse… You won’t want me anymore.”
Thor's arms tightened around her. "Elle, look at me."
She couldn't. If she did, she might shatter.
His fingers tilted her chin up, forcing her gaze to meet his. "Nothing you tell me would make that happen."
A tear slipped down her cheek. "You don't know that."
"I know you." His thumb caught the tear. "I may not know where you came from or what you're running from, but I know who you are. Here." He placed his hand over her heart. "And that's what matters to me. You are what matters to me."