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“Anything.”

She chewed her lip for a moment. “I ask that if you regret anything you’ve said to me, done with me, or have even had second thoughts of any kind, you be honest with me and tell me now.”

He stared into her blue eyes. She was scared. Did that mean she felt for him what he felt for her? What other reason would she have for being afraid?

He ran his knuckles over her cheekbone. “The only thing I regret is not getting to spend my first millennium with you.”

Tears flooded her eyes. “You are cheesy. You know that?”

He smiled. “But you love that about me, don’t you?”

“Perhaps.”

“And you love me as well.”

Tears spilled down her cheeks. “Gods know I didn’t want to, but you got under my skin somehow, and now when I’m not with you, it’s like an itch I can’t scratch.”

“Are you saying I’m irritating?”

She kissed him. “Absolutely. And I love you for it.”

Loki snapped, and they were in his bedroom, kissing and ripping off their clothes.

When he entered her, she pulled away. “Wait.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I want you, Loki of the Jötunn. Not the Loki you show everyone else. I want you this time and every time from here on out.”

It was his turn to be scared. “Are you sure?”

“I love you, Loki. Not the façade you show everyone else. The real you.”

His heart beat so fast he thought it might go into arrest. He released his magic and let the shroud that always covered him fall away like a scarf in the wind. His body lengthened, and his skin darkened against her peachiness.

She stroked his face. “Make love to me, Loki.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. “I don’t want to injure you in this form.”

She shook her head. “I’m tough. I can take it.”

He was unsure. He’d never had sex in his Jötunn form before.

“Trust me,” she whispered.

He kissed her and poised at her slick entrance. Excruciatingly slowly, he slid inside her inch by inch. The feel of his natural skin on her skin was almost enough to throw him over the edge. It was nothing like having sex with his façade on. It was a thousand times more sensational. Every fiber of him lit up from the feel of her as if his whole life he’d been having sex while wearing a woolen blanket.

He couldn’t hold back the moan which escaped him as he leaned in and bit her lip.

She squeezed his rear and urged him for more.

Loki took it slow. Savoring every sense like it was his first time. “I... I...” He couldn’t form words.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ve never had sex without the façade before and... the way you feel...”

She kissed him and pushed him onto his back. “Is it different?”

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