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The ancient programming of our bodies took over as he slid in and out of me. All I could think was how right it felt and when he let go of my wrists, I clung to him egging him on. “More! I want you. Please, don’t stop.”
Thor raised himself to his forearms and pumped in and out of me with force and a look of pained determination. “Say that you’re mine.”
“Mmm…” In my blissful state of mind, I wanted to tell him I was his, but when I opened my mouth all that came out were moans.
Thor squeezed my right breast and kissed my neck with such force that it was sure to leave marks on my skin.
I loved the sensation of his body pressing down on mine and us merging together. His stormy energy fused with my calmness and created a vibrational rhythm as unique as our personal scent of perfume.
With my eyes closed I soaked up the sounds, smells, and feeling of us… together.
He pressed deeper and tightened his hold on me, biting my ear before whispering, “Told you we were compatible.”
I pressed my heels against the back of his thighs in response. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t ask if he could come inside me, and I didn’t stop him when he intensified his pace. It all happened organically, as if we’d been lovers for years.
“Oh, fuck, yeess.”
The throbbing feeling inside me like a second heartbeat felt oddly satisfying. Right now, Thor Aurelius was pumping millions of sperm cells inside my uterus. In the back of my mind a rational voice was freaking out about it, but it was like a whisper that was easy to ignore.
We lay for a long moment, holding each other, and then he rolled to his side, taking me with him. “I’m not letting you go,” he muttered.
I kissed his cheek and stayed in his arms until I felt his breathing deepen. Thor had fallen asleep and for a long moment I listened to him inhale and exhale in a soft rhythm. This was what it would be like if he actually meant his words that he wanted to marry me. We could make love and fall asleep together every night.
My fingers played with a lock of his short hair as I watched him sleep. Even with his eyes closed, he was handsome.
Would I marry him if I believed he was serious?
Since I was young, I had known that one day I would want a family like the one my parents had. I had always imagined falling in love with a sexy Nman who wouldn’t mind moving to the Motherlands. Thor could never make that move.
I would marry him in a heartbeat if it was just him and me, but with Thor I would be saying yes to a complete package of obligations and responsibilities that would force me away from the people I loved.
Pressure on my bladder made me wiggle out of his hold with gentle movements.
I used the bathroom and returned to the side of the bed. For a moment, I was tempted to curl up next to him again, but the idea of facing him tomorrow morning, and explaining to everyone why I hadn’t slept in my own bed, made me decide against it. Gathering my clothes from the floor, I dressed and placed a soft kiss on his head before I went back to the bed I shared with Celeste.
She stirred in bed when I lay down next to her. “Did you talk to Thor about Freya?”
“Mm-hmm. I helped him calm down. He’s sleeping now.”
“That’s great. You have a good influence on him. I can tell.”
“Thank you.” Closing my eyes, I drifted into dreamland, where Thor and I continued loving each other with no concerns of our being from opposite cultures or wanting different things.
CHAPTER 18
Obvious
Thor
I had slept with Linea.
It was all I could think about.
When we said goodbye to my sister the next morning, my brain was in a haze and I repeated myself several times.
“You’ll be careful?”
