Page 14 of Her World In His Hands

“Yes,” she breathed. Emotion won.

His pupils dilated at her reply. Holding her gaze, he slowly loosened his tie.

She moved to undress.

“Stop, I wish to disrobe you.” His old-fashioned words sent a flare of desire through her. This man was her first love, he understood her, knew her past. Knew her better than any other human being, yet this was no ordinary man. No, this was a God – her God, Njord. They’d shared many magical moments, they had history together, a very long history.

Settling back against the pillows, she watched as he took his time revealing his magnificent form. The bulging biceps, the defined pectorals, the flat plane of his stomach which led her eye to his magnificent cock, now standing to attention in her honour.

She waited with baited breath as he crossed to her, lithe like a predator stalking his prey. A shiver of excitement tingled in her spine.

His palm settled on her head and he gently massaged her scalp. “Breath Sassa, relax.”

She closed her eyes. Fingers combed through her long red tresses; she gave a soft huff of pleasure. The sensation was that of a sea breeze caressing her face and hair. Her lip curled up in a small secret smile, of course, the God of the sea would make her feel this way.

Lips pressed against hers and she gave herself over to the ebb and flow of his gentle assault, his tongue advancing and retreating like waves on a beach. Efficiently, yet with a kind of reverence, he removed her clothing piece by piece. Hands and lips caressed her wherever he bared her flesh causing more tingles of delight.

The mattress sunk under his weight as joined her on the bed. She gasped as he latched his mouth to one needy breast, the sensation exquisite. She mewled when he switched to tormenting her other nipple, rolling and plucking the hardened bud. Swapping hand for mouth, his teeth now grazed her other aching tip, she arched into his palm. “Njord!” It felt good to call his name aloud at last. The uniquely clean and salty scent which that permeated him, tantalised her. She wound her arms about his neck and nestled into his shoulder, her lips greedily kissing her way up and along his strong jawline. His mouth descended on hers, forestalling her, yet his action didn’t disappoint, far from it, she loved the way he took control but made her feel cherished and desired as if she were the only woman in the world. Her traitorous body practically melted against him.

“You are the only woman for me. I want no other,” the soft husky words had her wondering again if he could read her mind?

His weight shifted. Snaking his way down over her body, he dropped kisses and nibbled, licking her to sooth the love bites, taking his time enjoying her as though her skin was sugar coated. She quaked beneath him. Reaching her apex, her thighs parted for him under their own volition and the feel of his tongue sinking in her crevice, rasping against her clitoris crystallized all sensation into that tiny scrap of nerve endings. Limply Sassa dropped her head back, eyes closed, and focused on his delicious ministrations.

Fingers slipped into her drenched channel and pumped, but an unexpected finger found its way between her buttocks and circled her tight rosebud. Tensing, her eyes flew wide, and she attempted to swim from beneath him.

“Hush,søt hjerte,”

She barely registered the fact he’d called her sweetheart in their Norwegian tongue, so shocked was she at the invasion of his finger pressing against what she considered to be forbidden territory, the ring of her private hole.

“Njord,no!” she objected, frantically wriggling her hips.

“Every part of you delights me… I lay claim to every part of your body. Your purpose is to relax and enjoy the pleasure I offer.”

Wellbeing flowed through her, and even though she suspected he was using his powers to pacify her, she didn’t object. How could she? A tidal wave of desire of hitherto unknown proportions was driving her to the edge of reason. Tumbling headlong into bliss, she repeatedly called his name.

Floating in no-mans-land, the feel of him gliding inside her, as he filled her with his gorgeous, pulsing cock brought her back into the present. Slowly he thrust and withdrew, ebbing and flowing, sinuously stoking the walls of her slick sheath. Her arms wound about his shoulders; her fingers explored his silken skin, tracing the powerful muscles which rippled beneath.

His mouth descended, his tongue mimicked the actions of his thick pumping cock, fast crystallizing into maelstrom of passion.

“Now!”

One small word, primal and determined, held such command she couldn’t fail to obey. Quaking, she unravelled.

Njord’s hoarse shout drowned out her own very vocal climax.

“Søt hjerte,jeg elsker deg veldig mye.”

The barriers surrounding her heart lowered at the words, ‘sweetheart, I love you very much.’ They may have lowered, but did not disappear. She’d been abandoned by him once before and was not about to suffer the pain of another fractured heart. This time she’d be more circumspect, no longer a green girl, she was a woman of nearly a thousand years life experience, and one who knew her own mind and purpose. It would take more than a declaration of love during the throes of orgasm to convince her of his fidelity.

CHAPTERSIX

Njord awoketo find Sassa gone. Damn the woman! After the amazing night of passion which they shared, it infuriated him that she’d slipped furtively from his bed like a thief in the night.

Thor’s voice echoed in his head calling to him. With a swirl of his hand, he cleansed his body and dressed, vanishing to appear inside the club beside Thor. “Problems?” He guessed, using their ancient tongue.

“Loki’s been causing havoc again. I finally captured him and have him bound by magic. He insists on speaking with you. I don’t have to tell you not to trust him, right?” Thor said.

“Where is the little creep?” Njord snarled.

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