Page 88 of About Love and Revenge

My wild cat.

My Elina.

Mine.

She seems to have forgotten her determination to undress me, until, surprisingly, she rolls over my body, lying on top of me with her stomach against my chest.

The anxious hands start to pull down my pants and boxers again. Rushed, determined, as hungry as I am.

As soon as she gets even the slightest bit of access, her hot mouth engulfs me, and I need to close my eyes for a moment.

Elina devours me as if she can't get enough, and I eat her just as eagerly. She moans loudly, squirming in my face, looking even more determined to drive me crazy.

She sucks me softly, and my hips lift automatically.

"Is it good when I taste you like this, Odin?" she asks, twirling her tongue around the tip. “When we're like this, every time we make love, you're mine.”

The words sink under my skin.

Hers.

I want this. “Let me in.”

She doesn't hesitate and this time tries to take as much of me as possible into her delicious mouth.

“Relax your mouth.”

She slides her lips over my erection and then takes me until I hit the back of her throat.

We possess each other, delighting and losing ourselves in each other, and only when she comes a second time do I spin her around, trapping her beneath me.

"Was I not doing it right?"

“You were incredible, but I want to come inside your body.”

“But I'm not done. I love your taste,” my teasing sorceress says.

“And what else?”

“What?”

“What else do you love?” I ask, brushing my erection against her sweet sex.

“Every bit of you in me.” She moans, trying to lift her hips to welcome me. “Us together,” she continues, widening her thighs even more.

I kiss her mouth as I sink into her. “Us together,” I repeat. "How much do you adore us together?"

“I don't know how to measure it. I was terrified at the thought that I would never see you again.”

With every word spoken, I slip in and out of the warm shelter of her sex. I travel deep into her body, taking possession of my woman's wet insides. “Why? Why did the idea of not seeing me anymore make you afraid?”

“I don’t want to talk.”

“I need to hear it.”

“I'm breaking our deal,” she whines.

I kiss and nibble her neck and chin. “Forget the deal. We can be whatever we want. It's just the two of us. Always the two of us.”

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