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He holds my gaze as he sings, and I can barely breathe. It’s so romantic it’s ridiculous. As with many things Loki does, it should be corny as fuck, but somehow he manages to pull it off. I mean it helps that he's only wearing grey sweatpants, his glorious tattooed chest and arms on full display.

The song ends, and his hands rest on the strings. He’s staring up at me, his beautiful emerald eyes full of laughter but also love. Despite what Loki has been through, he wears his heart on his sleeve, and he’s never hidden his feelings for me.

“I love you, Loki,” I whisper. “So much.”

His smile turns beatific, and I swear I hear angels fucking weep at the sight.

“I love you, Lilly. So much,” he whispers back as he sets his guitar aside and stands up.

I have to look up at him, I love that all the guys are taller than me. There’s something that makes me feel so safe when I’m with them, like they can protect me from the world. My inner feminist cringes at that, but she can shut the fuck up.

He captures my face in his hands, leaning in and placing his lips on mine.

The kiss starts softly at first, tentatively, as we explore each other's mouths as if for the first time. Our tongues caress, our embrace deepening until every inch of space is eliminated between us. I can feel his hot body through the thin silk of my robe, burning where it makes contact with my skin until it’s like I’m on fire.

Our soul altering kiss ends, leaving us both panting, foreheads pressed together.

“Never leave me, Lilly,” Loki begs in a rasping tone, his hands still cupping my face. “Promise me you’ll never leave.”

He sounds so desperate, like everyone who has come before now has abandoned him without a second glance. A pang of guilt flashes through me remembering that I ran, leaving him and the others, even if only for a short time.

His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling my head back and forcing me to look into his verdigris eyes, which are churning like a storm.

“I promise. I’ll never leave you, Loki,” I reply fiercely.

My hands reach up and slip into his flaming hair, in a grip that matches his. “Swear to me you won’t either.”

“I swear, Lilly. I’ll never leave you. Your soul is mine, and you’ll never be free of me,” he promises vehemently.

Chapter Forty-Three

LILLY

We wake up to the sounds of girlish squeals, and it takes me a moment to remember that it’s Christmas Day and I’m with Loki in his house. I hear a deep, pained grunt come from behind me, and my lips pull up into a smile, as I snuggle back into a warm, hard chest, our nakedness setting my skin on fire everywhere we touch.

“Merry Christmas, Loki,” I whisper as I begin to turn in his arms.

“Merry Christmas, Lilly,” he replies, his face splitting into a wide grin. He looks sexy as fuck, with his hair all mussed and his face relaxed from sleep.

Leaning in, I gently place my lips against his, screw morning breath! He deepens the kiss, his tongue seeking mine, and I readily grant him entrance. His hardness comes between us, and a chuckle escapes me.

“Loki,” I admonish, pulling away. “The girls are up, and we should go downstairs,” I say, gasping as he hooks my leg over his hip and pushes inside me in one move.

“Shhh,” he mumbles sleepily.

His piercing hits all the right spots as he starts to make love to me, kissing and holding me close. He has me in ecstasy within moments, gasping and humming out his name, as my core ripples and twitches around his shaft. He thrusts a final time with a rumble, burying himself inside me.

“Loki! Lilly!” Heather calls from the other side of the door, the handle rattles as she tries to open it and I tense for a second.

Thank fuck it's locked.

“Be there in a minute!” Loki shouts back, not moving away from me in the least.

“We should get dressed,” I tell him, a pout crossing his beautiful lips that are even more plush after all our kisses.

“Fine,” he huffs out, like a child, pulling out of me and curling up to get out of bed.

I sit up, and it’s only when I feel a trickle escape my lower lips, cold dread washes over me.

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