Page 33 of Loki

“Let go, love.” He pressed a finger deep inside her.

She didn’t need to be asked twice. Her body shuddered, and she climaxed as he caressed her nub and his fingers pressed into her. Her body writhed and clenched as he worked her through her climax, and when she finally came down enough to breathe again, she let go of the headboard with a groan and panted limply against the mattress.

Loki took his time with her until he kissed back up her stomach to her mouth. She kissed him hungrily, wanting him inside her, but wanting to ensure she finished off him as well.

“I’ve never... done that to a man before,” she said. “But I’d like to return the favor if you’ll be patient with me.”

Loki kissed her again. “Not this time. This is about you, not me.”

“Last time was about me. This time should be about both of us.”

She’d never expected Loki to be a generous lover. There were so many things she thought she’d known about him that she’d been wrong about. It left her feeling both foolish and intrigued. What else didn’t she know about him?

Loki raised above her and poised at her entrance. He licked down her throat again and her breast as he entered her.

Val moaned as she took in the length of him. It had been so long since she’d had a man inside her. But this wasn’t any man. It was Loki.

Loki sucked in a breath and rocked inside her. She’d never had sex like that before. Slow and sensual. Every inch of her awake and humming.

“Harder,” she gasped.

Loki chuckled. “No, love. Be patient.” He kissed her again, letting his tongue swirl inside her mouth.

Her need for him to go harder dissipated slightly as the coil of release built inside her again. He rolled his hips into hers in an upward circular motion causing him to rub against her, sending shock waves through her. His hands roamed her body, squeezing and teasing her nipples until she was again close to spiraling into oblivion.

She dug her nails into his back.

Loki growled, and his body tensed as he kissed her harder. Soon she ground herself into him, wanting him inside her deeper and more fully. Her body heated, and sensations she’d never experienced before coursed through her. Need. Loss. Bliss. Desire... Love.

Was that what he meant when he said he wanted to make love to her? Had he known that doing what he did would open her up and make her more vulnerable than ever? Had that been his intention all along?

She didn’t have a chance to think any more about it because, at that moment, she climaxed again. As soon as she did, Loki pulled his lips from hers and stared into her eyes. His body tensed, and he climaxed as well. For a moment, his eyes turned icy, and his skin also took on an ashy blue hue. Horns sprouted from the front of his skull and curled backward over his head. His face grew more angular as his eyes glowed with inner light. She blinked several times in case she imagined it, but the image didn’t leave her vision. A Jötunn. He was a Jötunn.

His lips crushed against hers, and his breathing labored. When he broke the kiss again, he appeared as he usually did. He kissed her forehead before rolling over on his side and pulling her into him. She clung to him for several seconds as she replayed his image in her head.

“Did I hurt you?”

“What? Of course not,” she said. “Why would you think that?”

“The expression on your face. It’s... pained almost.”

She sat up and drew her knees into her chest. “I saw you.”

His eyebrows drew together. “And I saw you.”

She shook her head. “No. I mean... I saw you. The real you. Why do you hide who you are?”

His gaze flickered, and fear struck him for a moment before he swallowed. “Why do you hide your wings? Or your feelings? Or your name?”

She didn’t need to answer. They both knew why.

“Show me,” she whispered.

Loki watched her for a long time without speaking. Then the surrounding air shimmered, the facade fell away, and the real Loki lay on the bed. He is over seven feet tall, entirely blue-skinned, with eyes like blue diamonds and smooth velvety horns protruding from his forehead. He waited, not breathing, not moving.

She moved her hand up to his horns and stroked them. They were warm and smooth as glass. She ran her fingers to the sharp points and then placed her hand back on his hard chest.

“Will you leave now?” he asked. “Ashamed and horrified for having lain with a monster?”

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