Page 41 of Torrid Passion
“So back to me feeling deprived...” Loki wraps me in those ridiculously strong arms of his and tugs me against his chest. “I haven’t been able to take full advantage of having you as my girlfriend. I’ve missed out on so many perks…”
I swallow hard, the muscles in my neck contracting as I can barely speak. “Perks?”
“Yes.” His lips are so close. My heart thumps and my lips part in surprise. “I want to worship you, Kyla... every single inch of your sinful body... with extra attention to your pussy.”
My nipples harden, pleading to be pressed against his bare chest. “Mother of God,” I moan.
“Do you want that, Kyla?” His thumb sweeps softly across my bottom lip.
My breath catches.
My pulse ticks up hard enough to make me nearly forget which coast I’m on.
“Do I get to make you mine, gorgeous?” His low tone is a demand.
That’s my breaking point.
The words fall from my lips as solemn as a prayer. “Yes, Loki.”
“Good answer.”
His mouth finds the curve of my neck and I moan for him.
I run my hands up his arms, over the bulge of his biceps to the strong line of his wide shoulders. Loki’s hands cup my face, pulling me into him as he drops a soft kiss against my lips. His lips part. Mine mirror his, welcoming the slide of his tongue along mine before he plunges it deep into my eager mouth. He devours me and I respond to his passion with the fervor I’ve been holding back for three long years.
The wicked assault of his kiss will be seared in my mind forever.
Finally.
