Page 43 of Loki

“If you want it to be.”

Desire coursed through Loki. He liked nothing more than a challenge. And damn if she wasn’t the best challenge he’d ever faced.

Loki laced his fingers in the hair at the base of her neck.

“You might be the death of me, woman.”

She pulled his hips against hers. “I sure hope not. That would mean I’ve wasted all this time on you.”

Loki kissed her hard. He wanted her as he’d never wanted anything. He’d already had her several times, but it wasn’t enough. He doubted he could make love to her a thousand times and ever tire of her.

She pressed him back against the door. Her passion heated him all the more. Her hands roamed his body and grabbed his rear. She bit his bottom lip, and Loki pulled away.

“I thought you said you didn’t have time.”

She smiled and stripped off her tank top. “I lied.”

There was no going slow. There was no time to warm her up or ensure she had all her needs met. She stripped off her clothes and stood naked before he got his off.

“Why don’t you snap them off?”

“I didn’t want to show off.”

She stalked to him and cupped his length. “Now is not the time to be modest.”

Yes ma’am.He snapped his clothes off, and she jumped into his arms. Loki turned her to the wall and pinned her against it with his thighs. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and he entered her hard and fast.

She shuddered and clawed at his back. Pulling his lips to hers, he thrust into her again. Her head hit the wall, but she didn’t even notice. She moved her hips back and forth, grinding him.

Loki braced her by the neck as he thrust into her again. She moaned, and her head fell back as he leaned in and licked her skin.

“Loki,” she moaned.

The sound of his name almost sent him over the edge.

“Loki,” she panted again.

“Signe.” He bit her shoulder, and she shuddered. “Signe... I love you.”

Loki stopped moving. Had he just said that? Had he told her he loved her?

She stilled. “What?”

“Uh...” Loki didn’t know what to say.

She pulled his face to hers and kissed him before searching his eyes. “Tell me again,” she whispered.

His chest squeezed. “I love you, Signe. It doesn’t make sense, but I do.”

She didn’t speak for a minute, and he thought she might push him away. Instead, she pulled his mouth to hers before setting her head against his. “Are you just saying that because I’m a good lay?”

“I’ve never told a woman I loved her before. Ever. No matter how fantastic in bed.”

She nodded and kissed him again. “Then I accept your words as truth.”

She pushed her hips into his, and Loki turned with her, walked to the bed, and laid her onto it. She flipped him on his back and straddled him. Loki dug his fingers into her hips as she ground against him, sending waves of ecstasy up the back of his legs and making his thighs burn.

She moaned and hummed as her friction increased, and she rode him harder.

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