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Elle thought she might burst from desire as Thor circled his hips against hers and slowly, infinitesimally he pressed into her. It seemed like it took forever but within a minute he had filled her completely. The sensation both thrilled and terrified her, but Thor continued to kiss her and stroke her, allowing her a moment to process. But the moment quickly morphed into need. She needed him. Wanted to make love to him, not lay there and do nothing.

Elle tried to move her hips back and forth. Thor’s kisses grew hungrier and soon 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 slow rhythmical love making became faster and less gentle. Her body spiraled deeper and deeper until suddenly something burst inside her, and she was floating. 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. Elle lifted his chin and made him look at her as his body shuddered, and he called her name. Every inch of him tensed, and she continued to pull his hips against hers until he finally collapsed on top of her. He breathed heavily for a minute, his heartbeat pounding against hers, and he lifted himself up on his elbows and kissed her again. Softly, 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.

The feel of his body wrapped around hers made 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. She couldn’t bear to lose him now. Not now that her heart had been flayed open and lay bleeding in his hands.

CHAPTER11

A twitch awoke Elle.She opened her eyes and then Thor twitched again. She looked at his still sleeping face twisted in an expression of anger. She watched him for a moment, and then he shouted and swung wildly. Elle scrambled out of the way.

“Thor?”

He struck out again, rolled over, and fell out of the bed, hitting the floor with a thump.

“Thor!” Elle ran around the bed.

Thor jumped to his feet, his body in a tense, defensive stance. He peered at her through the darkness like he couldn’t place her.

“Thor, it’s... it’s Elle. You’re in my loft. Remember?”

He said her name uncertainly and blinked several times before relaxing. “Elle. I’m... I’m so sorry.”

“Are you okay?” She took a tentative step toward him but stopped.

He stood for a minute gathering himself, blew out a long breath, and sat on the edge of the bed. She waited a moment before sitting next to him.

He hung his head in his hands. She wanted to reach out to him but wasn’t sure he wanted her to.

Finally, he looked at her. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No. Are you okay though?”

He hung his head again. “It’s been thousands of years and still I suffer from nightmares.”

“Of what?”

“Everything. The wars. The executions. The fighting. Just... everything.”

“But you’re a hero.”

He snorted. “Like they said I ate my goats all the time?”

“You don’t see yourself as a hero?”

“I did what I had to do to save my people And to save my family. But in the end... it was all destroyed anyway.”

Elle’s stomach squeezed. “Ragnarök.”

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