Page 23 of Thor

She was too distracted by his kisses to realise he was moving until her back hit the wall. It might have knocked the breath out of her, if she hadn't been so breathless already. Holding her in place with one hand, he tugged her pants, then her knickers off with the other.

"You're wetter than you were last night," he marvelled.

With him between her thighs, was it any wonder? If this were a romance novel, he'd have melted her underwear right off with a look. "Please, Thor." Words she never thought she'd say outside of dreams. But this was no dream. She knew that for certain.

"Tell me what you want, Miss Sibyl. Tell me, so that I can give it to you."

She reached under his loincloth, for the bulge she could barely wrap her fingers around. Talk about huge. "I want you to make love to me, Thor. Like last night, only...more. Much more."

"I might be too big for you, Miss Sybil. With you still a maiden...I do not want to hurt you."

Sibyl had never laughed so hard in her life. "I'm not a virgin. Last night wasn't even my first time sharing a swag with a guy. It might be a tight fit, especially with a man as big as you, but we'll make it work." It took her a moment to realise there were two ways he could take that. What did it matter? She should have done this with him last night. "I want your cock, Thor. I want you to take me right here, against this wall. Hard and fast and...god, I need to feel you inside me. Now, Thor."

He'd been big in her hands, but as the head of his cock slid between her thighs, she swore he'd grown even bigger. But as he buried himself to the hilt inside her, filling her completely as he rubbed against all the right spots, she forgot everything else except the hard molten heat of him. In her. Against her. Pressing her against the wall, holding her up when her legs wouldn't hold her...

"Fuck me, Thor, harder," she panted.

And oh god he did.

She screamed his name, holding on for dear life as the first orgasm conquered her, stealing her breath and her heart.

"Miss Sibyl..."

"Don't stop. Please, don't stop. More, Thor, please!"

The second orgasm left her trembling, barely able to cling to him as she whimpered his name.

And the third...the third...

"Fuck! Thor!"

TWENTY-SEVEN

Sibyl trembled in his arms as he carried her to the finest bed in the building. He was still just as hard for her as he'd been in her tent last night – another of the curse's gifts – but while she begged for more, he knew she'd get cold if he kept her out in the feasting hall for too long.

Of course, once he'd laid her on the bed, he paused to let his eyes drink their fill. She might be small and delicate, but his Sibyl was absolutely perfect. Her eyes focussed on him.

"People say they want a Greek god for a hero, but a Norse god's so much better," she said dreamily.

Thor had to laugh. "I'm no god. Just a man. Your man, if you'll have me."

Her gaze dropped to his cock. "More than just a man. Most men don't last five minutes, and you've been like this for a thousand years. What are you, Thor?"

"A foundation sacrifice. A gargoyle, in your language. A protector made of living stone, sworn to keep you safe," he said. "One who's been waiting a thousand years for you."

He dropped to his knees on the bed, as she parted her thighs in welcome. He wanted to bury himself deep inside her, and forget anyone and anything else existed. Forever.

"Why me?"

He hadn't been sure at first, but now he thought he knew. "Because I am yours. Your heart and mind and beautiful body called to me, with all the power you possess, and I could not resist your call. Even a warrior like me knows when he has met his match."

No, he could not resist her. He lifted her legs up, over his shoulders, his cock poised to claim her hot, wet centre.

"Please, Thor," she begged.

So wet, so tight, so perfect...

It was his turn to moan in ecstasy as he gave her everything.

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