Page 65 of Suspicious

And just like that, my panties are tossed to the floor.

Smirking, I spread my legs, encouraging him to touch me. To take me. It’s been too long. I need him. “Alex… fuck. I—”

My plea is cut off by his fingers sliding up inside me. I gasp, my head sliding back with the feeling as he works in and out of me. Loki groans, his other hand clenching my hair and drawing my head back to him, claiming my mouth, and moaning into it while deepening the kiss as if to consume me, our breaths in time with one another. I drop my arms from around him, frantically trying to get his jeans undone. Lowering the zipper, I finally free his hard cock and whimper at the feeling of his long length in my hand. My memory has been a lie—he’s so much bigger, but then again, nothing could ever beat the reality.

He breaks our kiss and releases his grip in my hair. Then he drops his head back as I work his length up and down, spreading the precum over the head. “Fuck, Bea.”

“That’s the idea,” I quip, causing his head to snap back to me, his gaze meeting mine. I can’t help the smirk on my face, but the heat behind his eyes has me pulling my lower lip between my teeth and my hips rocking faster against his hand.

His thumb presses against my clit, and I’m left gasping for air. It’s a jolt that’s too much, yet not enough at the same time, and I don’t know if I should cry out for more or tell him to stop.

Who am I kidding?I wouldn’t tell him to stop if my life depended on it.

Then, without a word, he drops his forehead to mine and slides his fingers out of my pussy, leaving me to clench around nothing. I open my mouth to protest, but only a whimper comes out before he pushes the same fingers into my mouth. When mylips close around them, he groans, his eyes closing for only a moment before they snap back open. “Goddammit, Bea. I need you.Now!”

I steady myself on the desk, placing my hands on either side of me, the anticipation too much to hold still. He pulls his fingers from my mouth, and I make sure to keep my teeth lightly around them, dragging along the length. I’m gifted with a deep growl of appreciation, and I grin, loving how worked up he is.

This has been a long time coming.

Something that should have been cemented when I first returned.

We still have so much to talk about, but right now, this is what we need.

Our connection.

To be reunited in every way.

Loki drops his hand, my eyes following the movement, and I watch as he uses my saliva and juices to coat his shaft. “Eyes up here, Bea,” he demands, and I do as he says. “I want to watch your face when I bury my cock in you.” The moment our eyes meet, he thrusts up into me, and the whole world stops.

The atmosphere bursts into flames. All oxygen is sucked from the air, and it’s making it hard to breathe while we stare at each other.

That saying ‘you never know what you miss until it’s gone’has never been more true.

How could I have walked away all those years ago?

But at this moment, it’s like I’ve never left.

He pushes into me, driving impossibly deeper, and then his mouth is back on mine, my tongue dancing with his. I slide my hands under his shirt and up his back. The weight of his club cut a comfort I wasn’t expecting. This time, it’s me who breaks the kiss, and I drop my head back, gripping his shoulders as I arch my back.

Our moans and heavy breathing echo around us in the small space, mixing with the sounds of our bodies connecting.

“So fucking tight…” he hisses out between clenched teeth, and my pussy clenches in response, causing his breath to stop midinhale before he stumbled over his next breath.

He pulls back slowly, only to drive into me again and again, his pace a steady desperation, one I match thrust for thrust. The pleasure coils low in my belly, an ache building that promises an explosion of ecstasy. He’s working me to the edge. I’m so close. I just need…

Loki drops his head to my throat, where he places open-mouth kisses, letting his teeth drag along my skin, and that’s exactly what I need. “Yes… Loki, I’m— ”

He growls, thrusting up harder. “No! I need you to say my name when you come, Bea.”

Panting, my fingers slide up under his shirt. My nails dig into the flesh of his back as my breathing hitches.

He’s back there.

Back to when it was only us.

And I am right there with him.

My body trembles with the pleasure rolling through me.

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