Page 77 of Golden Burn

“I won’t,” Odin grunts as he thrusts. “Make a mess of me, sweetheart. I want to be covered in your come.”

Fucccckkkk.

I bite his lower lip as I kiss him, sinking my teeth into his flesh. Odin groans, his tongue seeking access to my mouth, so I open wider for him. I let him fully in. And it feels more right than anything has. It feels like my body carved a spot for him, and he has come to claim it, slipping into my soul with ease. The risk, in this case, is most definitely worth the reward.

Shaking like a leaf, I hold my breath as he senses my climax, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing it to help me along. We’re both fighting for apiece of each other, tongue and teeth and fingers and lips. It’s too much, but I helplessly want more.

He’s grunting against me, making such deep, primal sounds that they send me tumbling off the edge so fast I lose all sense of reality.

I choke as I come, my voice disappearing behind the insurmountable pleasure.

Odin swears beneath me, his hands holding my hips in place as he fucks me till he reaches his climax. And when he does. I’m undone by the sight of him.

The slackened jaw, the open lips, the veins bulging in his neck, his forehead, the way he smiles as he slows the movement of his hips. And most importantly, how he looks at me the entire time. Like I’m some sort of angel. A gift he doesn’t deserve but will take because he can’t help himself. Like I’ve fucking destroyed him.

“I knew you would be the death of me,” he admits genuinely, his breath short and shallow.

“The feelings mutual,” I pant.

Odin watches me carefully as we catch our breath, then runs his fingers along my cheek and pushes back a piece of stray hair. His palm cradles my jaw and I lean into his comforting touch. His thumb traces my skin softly and his entire being shifts to something delicate… vulnerable. His protective nature seeps back in, holding me close after having just wrecked me completely.

“I’m sorry about your clinic.”

I gulp away the lump in my throat. My entire face begins to tingle, fighting back tears. “You didn’t know it would happen.” I break eye contact and look down. A choked laugh pops out of my mouth when I notice we’re still joined. The notion of separating, of him slipping outof me is unbearable. And even worse, is the fact that my clinic was burnt downbecauseof Odin. It’s hard to fathom and even harder to process.

“No, I didn’t know Cerbera would retaliate so barbarically,” he says gently, “and it is my fault to bear. I will carry your grief, your sadness, tuck it beside my own. I understand if you can never forgive me.”

A part of me wants to forgive him quickly, the part that just experienced a life altering sexual experience. While the other part, the part that holds all my pain, tells me not to. Not until I know I can trust him. Not until I know we are both safe.

“As of now, my life is dedicated to your protection. I will be your shield as well as your knife. Cerbera won’t lift a finger unless I allow it.”

I make a congested sound, half laugh, half cry. But I sniffle it away before it snowballs. “Thank you,” I whisper, scrunching my fists into his shirt and holding tight.

I fear if I let go, I’ll tumble backward into the world before Odin and not know how to survive.

He kisses me on the forehead, then helps me pull my dress back up. He slips out of me, and I feel hollow all over again.

We tidy ourselves up, then manage somehow to get out of the car without stumbling into the cement.

Odin laughs when I cling to him like a baby giraffe. My sore pussy and soaked legs make for an awkward waddle to the elevator. Sensing my distress, he sweeps an arm under my legs and picks me up. I let him take my weight easily, clutching tighter to him. His warmth, his scent and his strength all soothe me. I snuggle my forehead into the place between his chin and collarbone. His pulse thunders against my skin.

As we climb the elevator I let myself imagine that we are a real couple getting married in two days. A real couple that has a future that sparkles instead of shudders. A real couple that love each other.

It disappears from my mind as we cross the threshold into our room.

We’ve thrown ourselves off the deep end tonight. I can only hope it doesn’t come back to haunt us.

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‘Heart Still Works’ - Vera Blue

Walking back with Etta safe in my arms, I expect the blowback of our coupling to be immediate. Dom and Ford are surely waiting to chastise me. Cerbera is already planning to ruin us and Etta is one step closer to leaving me.

The deep-rooted anxiousness that has always sat at the back of my brain, throwing out scenarios like they’re hand grenades, resumes its usual schedule.

At the apartment door, I swipe the keycard, my muscles tensed in preparation for everything to combust.

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