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Thor's hand moved from my neck to my hair, fingers tangling in the strands but not pulling, not directing. Just holding on, like he needed an anchor in the storm of sensation.

"So perfect," he praised, voice strained. "So fucking beautiful. Look at you, taking my cock so well."

His words sent a thrill through me, pride and arousal mingling in my veins. I redoubled my efforts, taking him deeper, using my tongue to trace the sensitive underside of his shaft, learning what made his breath hitch and his fingers tighten in my hair.

Time seemed to blur as I lost myself in the act. There was something meditative about it—the rhythmic bob of my head, the taste and feel of him on my tongue, the sound of his labored breathing and occasional deep groans. It wasn't just a physical act; it was an offering. A thank you for the care he'd shown me, the boundaries he'd respected, the pleasure he'd given.

"Mandy," Thor warned after what could have been minutes or hours, his voice tight with restraint. "I'm getting close."

I understood he was giving me an out, a chance to pull away. Instead, I looked up, meeting his gaze deliberately as I took him as deep as I could, making my intentions clear.

"Fuck," he groaned, the tendons in his neck standing out as he fought for control. "You sure?"

I hummed my assent around him, the vibration making him curse again, louder this time. His hand in my hair tightened fractionally, not painful but definite.

"So good for me," he praised, voice breaking. "So perfect, taking care of your daddy like this."

The word—his word for himself—sent a renewed surge of wetness between my thighs. I moaned around him, the sound apparently pushing him closer to the edge.

"Close," he warned again, hips starting to move in small, restrained thrusts. "So close, princess."

I increased my pace, hand and mouth working together, determined to push him over that edge, to give him even a fraction of the release he'd given me. His breathing grew more ragged, his thighs tensing under my free hand.

"Mandy—fuck—I'm—" The broken warning was all he managed before I felt him pulse against my tongue, hot and salty as he came with a deep, guttural groan that sounded almost like pain.

I swallowed without hesitation, keeping my lips sealed around him until the last pulse subsided, until his hand in my hair gentled from its tight grip to soothing strokes. Only then did I pull away, looking up to find Thor staring down at me with an expression that could only be described as awe.

"C'mere," he rasped, reaching for me, pulling me up and into his arms with an easy strength that still managed to take my breath away. He arranged me on his lap, mindful of my still-sensitive ass, tucking me against his chest like something precious.

He tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Thank you," he said, with a sincerity that made my chest ache. "That was . . . fuck, there aren't words."

A small smile tugged at my lips. "I know the feeling."

His answering smile was warm, almost tender, but there was still heat in his eyes. Still hunger. Like what we'd shared had only whetted his appetite rather than satisfying it.

"You're something else, you know that?" he said, his thumb tracing the outline of my lips, still sensitive from what I'd just done.

The tender gesture, combined with the intensity of his gaze, sent another pulse of desire through me. Despite the orgasm earlier, despite the emotional rollercoaster of the past hour, I wanted more. Wanted him. All of him.

As if reading my thoughts, Thor's hand slid from my face down to my neck, then lower, skimming over the swell of my breast through my bra. "Tell me what you want, princess," he said, voice dropping to that register that made me shiver. "Anything."

I didn't hesitate. "You," I said simply. "All of you."

“In that case,” he replied, “there’s something I need to show you.”

Chapter 12

Thor

Allofme.That’swhat she wanted. So I was going to show her.

My palm was slick with sweat as I guided Mandy down the narrow hallway of the cabin. The worn floorboards creaked under our weight, each step bringing us closer to the heavy oak door at the end of the corridor.

No one had ever been past that threshold. Not my club brothers. Not my casual hookups. No one. My heart hammered against my ribs like a prisoner desperate for escape, and I wondered if she could feel my pulse racing through our linked hands.

"You're being mysterious," she said, her voice light but curious.”I kinda thought we were just going to . . . you know, get down to it.” She was still in her bra and panties, and I had to keep stopping myself from staring at her perfect body.

I swallowed hard. "Almost there."

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