Page 54 of Loki

“It’s a completely new experience. Everything is so much more. I can’t explain it.”

A glint sparked in her eyes, and she slid down on him in one fluid movement. He held on to her waist and arched back. Her tight body on his had him so close to losing it.

“I... I won’t be able to hold out,” he panted.

She leaned in and sucked in his bottom lip. “Who said you should?”

She clutched his horns and held on as she bucked her hips into his. She was touching him. Touching him and making love to him. Him. The bastard Jötunn. The outcast. The loner. And from the look, she wasn’t faking the pleasure she felt.

“Signe... my love.”

She rocked her hips into his and pulled harder on his horns, almost making him sit up. His climax slammed into him so hard he lost all thought. Pleasure. Pain. Joy. All mixed in a blur as he stared at her beautiful face.

“Signe...” He couldn’t breathe. His entire body shook with the most profound pleasure as his climax continued for a lifetime before eventually tapering off.

When he could breathe again, he grabbed her head and kissed her so hard it made his teeth ache. But he didn’t care. He wanted her. Needed her. And she was his. He’d never let Almax or anyone else take her from him, no matter what it took.

When he broke this kiss, her smile spanned from ear to ear. He pulled her into his chest and crushed her against him for several minutes before realizing she hadn’t climaxed.

“I am so sorry, love. I didn’t get you there.”

She sat up and smiled. “This isn’t about me.”

“But I promised to take care of you after the fight.”

“And you will. But what I want is to give you a first you won’t ever forget.”

His eyebrows rose. “Really?”

She kissed his lips and his collarbone. Each nipple. His side. His hip. And further down between his legs.

“Yes.”

She swirled her tongue around his tip, and he clutched the sheets to keep from bucking off the bed.

“Signe.”

She slid her tongue down his length. “Yes, Loki?”

He threw his head back as waves of heat radiated outward. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”

She chuckled. “You’ve said that before. Maybe I should stop—”

“No!”

She licked back up his shaft and took him into her mouth.

Loki swore in Norse and sunk into the bed as she smiled and sucked him into oblivion.

CHAPTER 13

Friday afternoon arrived,and Val received a text from Loki telling her he’d be there to pick her up around six-thirty. Her stomach roiled, and she took a deep breath to keep from throwing up. He hadn’t asked her since the last time she’d told him, no, but that had been two days ago. A lot had changed between them in the previous two days.

Val stared at the text, trying to decide how to back out of having to go to Odin’s. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the black box Loki had given her. She hadn’t thought about it since she’d put it under the bar, but curiosity pulled her to it like a magnet. She stared at it, trying to work up the nerve to take a peek. Whatever it was would probably be ridiculously expensive, flashy, and way too small for her. Even so, she couldn’t help but be intrigued.

“I’m taking lunch,” she announced before grabbing the box and heading to her apartment.

Once inside, she set the box on the small table and backed away. Her mind raced with what might be inside. She’d never once worn a dress before, and the fanciest thing she’d ever worn was her ceremonial battle armor to official events on Asgard.

---