Page 104 of Conquered
“Shit, did I hurt you?” Loki asks frantically, his eyes searching my face, fresh guilt in them.
I shake my head. “Every time I close my eyes, I see him. Feel his touch. I can't make it stop,” I choke out, my voice thick.
“What can I do, baby?” Loki asks, looking helpless and angry, all at the same time as he stands with his fists clenched at his sides like he’s scared to touch me.
“Replace his hands with yours,” I beg, my eyes pleading with him. “Chase his touch away, Loki, please.”
I know this is probably so unhealthy, but as I think about it, I know that it's what I need.
“Lilly...I'm...I'm not sure that's such a good idea,” he says hesitantly, but I can see lust starting to replace some of the helplessness in his eyes. I can see his primal need to mark me as his own. To reestablish our bond.
I undo what’s left of my bra, letting it fall to the ground as I step up to him, reaching out for his hand then placing it on my bare breast.
“Please, Loki. I need you.” And those words seem to be his undoing as he squeezes the globe, a gasp escaping me as he pulls me in for a searingly hot kiss.
It's a kiss full of pain, heartache, and longing. We both groan as our tongues meet, and we taste each other again for the first time in two weeks. I feel the sharpness of my split lip, and taste copper as it reopens but I don’t care. I need Loki, need his lips on mine more than my next breath.
I can feel the memories try to creep in, try to taint this, so I pull him closer, undoing his jeans and pushing them down his hips.
I palm his beautiful cock, relishing in the silky soft feel of it as I start to pump slowly up and down, adding the twist of my wrist that I know drives him wild.
“God, Lilly,” he rasps, breaking our kiss. “You keep doing that, and I won't last long.”
I feel a surge of satisfaction at his words. There's power in giving someone pleasure. In bringing a man such as Loki to his knees with your touch.
He starts to slowly back us up to the counter, kissing me senseless the whole way.
“Fuck, Lilly, I missed you,” he says in between kisses.
I kiss him deeper, like I'm trying to forge our beings into one. His vanilla scent surrounds me, and I feel such a sense of relief at being safe in his arms again that the darkness is chased away a little.
“Loki, please...” I moan, needing more. I need all of him.
He grabs me under my thighs, lifting me up onto the countertop. The cold marble surface makes me gasp as it touches my fevered skin. I take the opportunity to pull his t-shirt up and over his head, dropping it to the tiled floor.
My eyes devour his nakedness, like I'm starving and he's my feast. My hands reacquaint themselves with the hard planes of his chest, my gaze following their movement, then I pull his nipple bar, making him groan long and low.
Reaching in between my legs, I open a drawer beneath me, and pull out a condom packet, tearing it open and taking the rubber out. My right hand goes between us, grasping his hard cock and rolling the condom on, then lining him up with my already soaked entrance.
He pauses just outside of me, and I look up to see worry etched on his face.
“Are you sure, Pretty Girl?” he asks me, and I know he's ready to stop if I say so.
“Yes,” I assure him softly. “I need you to chase his touch away, Loki.”
He begins to slowly push in, his pierced tip pressing into me, sending delicious shivers rolling through me. His serious eyes are locked onto mine, searching my gaze for any sign of hesitation.
We both groan, my head falling backwards and eyes heavenward as he bottoms out, fully seated to the hilt and my inner channel clamps around him, remembering the feel of him.
“I'd almost forgotten how your pussy fits like a fucking glove, Pretty Girl,” Loki rasps huskily.
He starts to withdraw, slowly kissing and nibbling my exposed neck, sending tingles of pleasure shooting all over my body.
“Loki…” I groan. “You feel so good.”
He pauses, his tip just inside of me, teasing me. He threads his fingers through my hair, guiding my head back so that I am once again looking at him. For a split second, other rough hands are pulling my hair painfully.
I blink and see intense emerald eyes staring at me, full of want and need and something so much deeper.
