Page 32 of Loki

“I... I’ve never kissed a man before,” she admitted.

His eyebrows drew together. “Never?”

She shook her head. “It’s always been my rule.”

A dark desire crossed his eyes. “Is it still your rule?”

She reached up and brushed his lips. So soft. What kind of Chapstick did he use?

He kissed her fingertip, and then she ran the pad of her finger between his lips and into his mouth. He licked her finger before sliding the whole thing into his mouth. He bit down on her finger, gently sending shivers and waves of need through her entire being. She pulled her finger from his mouth, and before he could protest, she pressed her lips to his. He parted his lips and slowly slid his tongue down the seam of hers. He flicked his tongue against her mouth, coaxing her lips apart. When his tongue touched hers, her entire body melted in a rush of heat.

He kissed her long and slow, leading her, guiding her until she wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her.

She moved her fingers over the buttons of his shirt and pushed it off him before running her fingers down the lean contours of his chest. Scars puckered his skin, and she traced them in turn, memorizing every one.

He cupped her face in his hand and lifted her leg over his hip. He ground into her core making her mewl with need. She wanted him. Wanted him desperately. She moved her hand down to his belt buckle and undid it before sliding her hand down his slacks.

Loki groaned and stilled her hand through the fabric. “Slow down, love.”

“Why? I want you. You want me.”

“Because I don’t just want to have sex with you, Val. I want to make love to you. The way you deserve to be loved.”

Loved? Who said anything about love?She wanted sex. Sex with him. Love was... a complication. Not a necessity.

“Signe,” she said.

“What?”

“My name. My real name is Signe.”

“Signe. Means one who is victorious. Quite fitting.” He smiled.

The sound of her real name on his lips made her chest ache.

“Say it again.” She’d not heard her real name in so long it almost sounded as if it wasn’t hers.

Loki kissed her again softly. “Signe.” He kissed across her cheek to her ear. “Signe.” He kissed down to her collarbone and licked across it. “Signe.”

Tears formed in her eyes. Her name. Her true name. The one given to her by her mother. She’d not told anyone her real name before. Not her sisters. Not Elle. Not even Elle’s mother. But somehow, hearing the name in Loki’s deep voice was a balm to her soul she’d not known she needed.

Loki kissed lower down over her breasts. Val pulled her arms from the sweatshirt, letting it fall to the floor. Loki admired her naked flesh, bent down, and suckled one of her breasts into his mouth. Val bucked against the feel of his lips as her skin pebbled and her nipples hardened.

Loki’s hand cupped her other breast as he suckled the first one. Val ran her fingers through his hair, and he rocked his hips into hers, grinding against her.

Val moaned and pulled his mouth harder against her skin until she couldn’t take anymore. She drove her hand inside his underwear. Loki tensed and nipped at her breast making her pant with need.

“I want you,” she said.

Loki broke away from her breasts and kissed down her belly. He lowered the sweats and kissed her bare skin. She dug her hands into his hair as he slowly lowered the pants, kissing his way down her thighs to her toes. Then he stood and shucked off his boots and jeans.

Every inch of him was a mass of taut muscles as she’d known he would be. Not bulky and brawny, but lean and muscular like a panther. Agile and strong.

Loki crawled back on the bed and proceeded to kiss from her toes up her legs to the juncture between her legs. He buried his face in her and licked her from one end to the other. She gasped as his tongue flicked her most sensitive places. She tossed her head back and gripped the headboard for support.

“Loki,” she moaned.

He licked her harder and faster, and her body coiled with the need for release.

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