Page 76 of Golden Burn

The window rises again, sealing us inside. I try to get a hold of my breath but it’s not easy. The ache between my legs is heavy, the pulsing borderline painful.

Odin drives the car deep into the underground carpark, hiding us away from the outside world and the enemies trying to ruin it.

He releases my wrist, brings the car to a stop, turns the engine off. We sit in silence for several heated seconds, the air oppressive and smelling of skin and leather and arousal. I take a peek from the corner of my eye at Odin’s lap and notice a slight bulge. No, a massive bulge. I try to swallow, but my mouth is dry. My frenzied heart flips inside out.

I’m done being played with. I want all of him.

Right. Fucking. Now.

Odin shifts a little to face me. “I’m still trying to decide whether or not—”

“Just shut up.” I pounce like a cat out of a cage, launching off my seat and across the console. My palms latch onto Odin’s jaw and I slam my mouth to his.

He grunts at the impact, slightly stunned. Then he’s grabbing me just as desperately, large hands hauling me up and onto his lap, lips moving against my own—hungry, fucking starving. My thighs part to brace him, my hips move in a rolling motion, trying to find the friction I crave.

We explode together.

The taste of whiskey, the smoothness of his lips against the roughness of his mouth—it’s heaven. Truly divine. His eyepatch rubs against my eyelid, not hurting, not irritating, just there. It’s a part of him and I will not ask him to remove it.

Odin grabs my neck, fists my hair, kissing so ferociously I can barely breathe. He slants his mouth, his tongue lapping at my own. I moan, pressing myself against him, grinding hard onto his stiff, full cock.

He pulls back abruptly, his fist tight at the base of my neck. “You will never go anywhere without me from now on, do you understand?”

Panting, I nod. “I do. I promise.” He kisses me, his lips slick with our desire.

“You scared the shit out of me, Etta.”

“I’m sorry.”

The way he reacted tonight. The anxiety I saw him battling with is enough to make me never want to do it again. He moans as he brings our lips together, tongues tangling, devouring.

“Fuck,” he breathes. The sound of his pleasure makes my eyes water.

My hands start wandering downward, grabbing at his belt. Odin kisses my collarbones, makes a path with his tongue on my skin. We kiss and kiss and kiss, our hearts beating in tandem. My palm cups his briefs, mold against his stiff cock. It throbs at my touch, Odin’s girth impressive and all for me. The zipper slides with ease, making me dizzy with want. I manage to free him, his cock hot and smooth in my hands. Meanwhile, Odin has pulled down the straps of my dress, exposing my chest and the stupid stick-on bra. Without any hesitation, I rip it off and throw it on the backseat.

Odin grins. Then his mouth is around my nipple and my eyes close from the sheer ecstasy. I grip the back of his neck and slide myself atop his cock, pulling a deep rumble from his throat. I want to rip his shirt off, press his naked chest to mine, but there’s no time. I have to have him.

While he’s busy tonguing my breast, his free hands pull a condom from the middle console of the car. I chuckle. “Do all luxury rentals come with free condoms?”

“Only the good ones,” he says and sheaths himself into the latex. He brings his tip to my entrance and I gasp. It’ll be a tight fit, but it’ll be euphoric.

He pauses for a second, looks me right in the eyes. “Do it,” I beg him. “Please.” He smiles so wickedly, so beautifully in reply.

I press my forehead to his, our hurried breaths intermingling. We both peer down and watch in astonishment as his cock slowly, so slowly pushes into me. My body stretches, my natural lubrication working to perfection. I hiss and moan and whimper. My hips start moving when I’m well and truly impaled on him and Odin groans, burying his face into my neck.

I take the lead at first, moving in a steady rhythm, Odin clearly allowing time for me to adjust.

It doesn’t take long before he rips the control from me, lifting us both slightly as he thrusts upward into me. I clutch to his shoulders and neck for dear life, swearing blissfully.

He pumps into me so roughly, so deeply that I’m a string pulled too far beyond tense within a minute or less. His heady breath and the scruff of his rough cheeks on my lips and cheeks wind me up further, coiling and coiling.

“Odin,” I whine.

This. This is what I wanted when I abandoned him for a stranger in a foreign club. I just couldn’t admit that Odin is the only one I crave. The only one that’s been able to make me feel safe and seen and alive in so fucking long.

My mouth falls open, hanging on a silent scream. This is too much and not enough. And when he starts pistoning his hips, I can’t stop the sounds from escaping. Cries and whimpers and demandingyeah, yeah, yesses.

“Odin!”Oh my God, please let me come.“If you stop,” I cry, “I will murder you.”

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