Page 84 of Conquered
Along the edges of the room are loungers and wide chairs covered in pillows, all made from what looks like bamboo, and I can just see some bamboo screens towards the back left edge that separate off an area.
“Loki, it's beautiful here,” I gush, understanding why he called this place his sanctuary. “Although, I did forget my swimsuit,” I lament, walking towards the pool.
“That's okay, Pretty Girl,” Loki assures me in his beautiful, deep voice. “I usually don't bother with one.”
He winks at me as he hits a pad on the wall, andIn for the Kill, the Billie Martin version, begins to play, filling the room with a beautiful melody.
“What if your sisters decide to go for a swim?” I ask as he begins to undress me. It's easier this time as I'd just thrown on leggings and one of his soft graphic t-shirts. This one is a soft sky blue and has a picture of an eye, a heart, and a beaver.Snort.
“The door down here has an access code which they don't have, so we should be all good,” he answers as he slides my leggings down, kneeling and helping me to step out of them. He kisses my thigh whilst he's down there, and I shiver in sweet anticipation, as well as from the cool air hitting my skin, causing goosebumps to rise.
I unhook my rose pink silk bra, throwing it in the pile of clothes, then step out of my silk French knickers and do the same with them.
There's something about being naked in a space that's not your own which is so exhilarating. It sends a thrill right through me, and I can't help but breathe a little faster, my nipples pebbling as the song and intimate space heightens the feeling.
I look down at Loki, still on his knees before me, looking every inch like the fallen angel that he is. I can't help but reachfor his hair, running my fingers through the auburn locks. In this light, they look like the flames of sunset.
“Now you,” I whisper, holding his emerald gaze.
He gets up, a smouldering look on his beautiful face. He's so gorgeous, he takes my breath away every time I look at him. It's like he's stepped out of an Italian Renaissance painting, his face enough to make angels weep with envy.
My gaze devours him as he, too, gets undressed, pulling his t-shirt off by grabbing the back of the neck and revealing those drool worthy, inked up muscles. He smirks at me with his sexy as fuck smile, toes off his boots, and then sliding his jeans down his hips and legs, he steps out of them.
“This time the socks too,” I command, a smile teasing my lips.
He reaches down and takes them off, and that's when I notice he's got a new tattoo just above his ankle. It's a stunningly lifelike open pink lily, with green leaves swirling round it.
“Do you like it?” he asks, voice husky as he walks towards me completely, gloriously naked.
“It's…” I start at a complete loss for words. Surely this means something serious. I mean, I know we confessed our feelings a while ago, but tattoos are for life, right? Is that what he’s saying about us?
I look up into his eyes trying to read him. His gaze is so full of intense emotion, they’re practically swirling, like a whirlwind ready to snatch me up and never let go.
“When did you get it?” I question, wondering how I’ve not noticed it up until now.
“A week or so back,” he tells me, stepping so close that I can feel the heat of his body caress mine.
He traces my jaw with his fingers, sending shivers down my spine, making my nipples harden more and almost brush his chest.
“Let's go for a swim, Darling,” he suddenly says, moving his hand to tangle our fingers, and stepping towards the pool.
With a deep exhale, I let him tug me along, my mind still churning with what's happening, and not just with Loki, but the others too. I come to with a jolt when he taps my temple, tsking.
“No thinking,” he says calmly, smiling at me. “Don't question it.”
He turns back round, giving me a perfect view of his biteable arse when he walks down the steps into the glowing green water. He ducks under, coming back up some feet away, and then swimming to the end underwater. I see his auburn head turn once he reaches it, and he makes his way back towards me.
I follow down the steps, and the warm water swirling round my ankles helps me to just let it go, as Elsa would say.
After what happened back in February to my mum, I vowed that I would live in the moment, enjoy life, and dive in—snort—head first. If the events of that awful day prove anything, it's that life is too short not to live every minute of it to the fullest.
Ignoring Loki, I swim a length of the green pool too, relishing in the release it gives my muscles and mind.
As I swim back, I see that Loki’s sitting down on what looks like a long bench seat built into the corner of the pool. His arms are splayed along the back, like a king on his throne, as he leisurely watches me make my way towards him.
Unable and unwilling to resist him, I swim across, straddling his lap so that my legs are on either side of his. My hands roam the hard muscles of his pecs, tracing his chest ink. His own hands come up to grasp my hips, kneading them like he can't not touch me when I’m near.
“Do they have meaning to you?” I ask as my fingers move to the dragonfly that takes up the front of his throat. I see and feel him swallow as he thinks about what I've asked.
