Page 129 of About Love and Revenge

“I want to, but I won't. Get naked for me. Let me see how much you want to give yourself to me, my Elina.”

“You still don't know? After all these months together, don't you know how you make me burn with just one look? Don’t you know how every piece of me wants your hands, mouth, and tongue?”

The hunger with which he watches me makes me want to rip the fabric covering me.

When the last button is finally released, the dress falls loosely over my hips.

“Leave your panties on,” he says, finally getting up from the bed.

I'm now dressed in just the tiny piece of lace, garter belt and pumps.

By now, I would have thought I’d be used to the effect Odin has on both my body and my mind, but no. Every time we make love, it's like the first time. There’s the same excitement and urgency and desire to feel him filling me, making me complete.

He cups my chin, lifting my face. “My wife.”

“Yours. I love to hear it. Say it every time you take my body.”

He lowers his head and brushes my lips with his, still not touching me in any other way. I feel his tongue lick my lips like he needs to taste me. I want to be quiet and wait, but I can't, and when he repeats the action, I open my mouth, craving more.

“Hmmmm . . .” I groan in delight.

He has already taken off his jacket and tie. I'm looking forward to kissing his muscular chest. My fingers grasp for the buttons of his shirt, and he lets me undress him.

Odin loves to observe, and at first I was a little inhibited, but the desire to reveal his body always won over shame.

When his shirt is open, I press my lips to his hairless chest, leaving a wet trail with my tongue. “I love the taste of your skin.”

With every touch of my mouth, he shudders but continues to allow me to explore his body.

I've just taken off his shirt and am running my hands over his powerful shoulders. “I love how strong and tough you are.”

I trail my fingers down his rigid abdomen and feel him catching his breath as they reach his pants and unbutton and then unzip them.

I kneel down and, without taking my eyes from his, pull his trousers down.

His hard sex emerges, large and swollen through the fabric of the boxers. Instead of touching him where I know he wants me to, I kiss his thighs, letting my nose smell his arousal.

I run my tongue between his legs, licking, moving up until I reach his hardness. I bite him lightly through the fabric, and he groans loudly but still allows me to remain in control.

One thing that drives me crazy is that Odin doesn't impose any limits on our pleasure. Our sex is always urgent, but never rushed. Desperate hunger is never completely satisfied, because no matter how many times our bodies take possession of each other, we always want more.

“I want your mouth on me.”

“Ask for it,” I say as I pull down his boxers.

His sex points up proudly, and I can see the wetness oozing out of him. I run my tongue along it and taste the salty liquid.

He closes his eyes. “Open your mouth. Suck me.”

A horny shiver runs through my body as he grabs a handful of my hair.

This is the moment I’ve been longing for.

His command, but also his loss of control.

Odin tests himself during sex, resisting my provocations, and I do the same.

It's a kind of game between the two of us, a competition in which the prize is pleasure. When he gets to ask like he just did, I know that from now on the crazy desire we both feel will be in full force.

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