Infatuated with a God

Chapter One-Hundred and Nine

"Next time, my love." I felt his breath graze my neck as he leant down closer. I could hear how he breathed below my ear, near that sensitive spot he always gravitated to.

"Loki..." I warned, hoping he would retreat to let me catch my breath. Hoping I could find the strength to stop it. His tongue darted across my skin quickly and my knees weakened slightly at it. A tiny moan escaped my lips as my hands went to move up to him. Still, I managed to force them to stay at my side for now. His deep chuckle sounded loud near my ear. I went to mutter his name, hoping for another warning but knowing it would likely come out more seductive than intended.

"Hush pet." Gently, he placed both hands on my shoulders and encouraged me to turn on the spot. I was pressed against his body as one hand came around my neck, holding my head to look up at him. It also revealed my neck for him, and he didn't hesitate to bring his lips to the skin there. My body leant into him without question as he lightly

"We shouldn't do this, Loki. We need to talk."

"We will."

"Loki..." I warned as his words warmed my skin and tasted sweet in my mouth. It should have put me more on edge but instead I finally let them lull me into a calmer state. Once again I became putty in his hands.

"We will talk tomorrow, Kaya." His lips grazed the spot just below my ear and I unsuccessfully stifled a moan. "Tonight just let me make you feel good."

He pushed himself against me, letting me feel how hard he was behind me. Every cell in my body begged for me to give in to him without question, and even part of my mind did too. I didn't want to think about anything. I wanted to get lost in him, in how wonderful I knew he could make me feel. My heart screamed for any attention from him. Even my seiðr felt relieved as it finally felt whole by his side. It washed over me, warming my body in another way. I wanted to ignore my head. To let the lies that dripped off of his silver tongue wash over me and calm every fear I had. But I couldn't. I knew in the morning I would regret it. No matter how good it felt as his right hand gripped my hip and pulled me into him, how his lips made me feel as they danced across my skin, or amazing it felt as his left hand crept lower beneath my neckline of my dress, in the morning it wouldn't. I tried to step out of his grip, wanting to get some air and maybe some water. He didn't let me move an inch, tutting me as I tried to leave.

"Stop with your games, pet. We both know you don't want to fight this, so don't." He pulled all of my hair over my right shoulder and whilst his right hand kept me held firmly against him, he moved his left to begin undoing the buttons on the back of my dress.

"I'm not playing games, Loki. I just don't think this is a good idea." The hand on my hip moved lower as I spoke, causing my breath to hitch slightly.

"I want to make you feel good, darling. You want that too. Don't you?" With the buttons undone on the top half of my dress, he easily pushed the fabric off of my shoulders exposing my breasts. His left hand groped my left breast, putting two fingers on either side of my nipple and pinching it between them. At the same time, his right slipped under my dress and around my waist. I leant my head back into his shoulder as his hand moved lower, creeping into my underskirt and underwear. He didn't tease or keep me on edge, his finger finding my clit without hesitation. I bit my lip to stop myself from responding too loudly. But he worked my body so well and it wasn't long before I was stifling moans. "Let me hear you, love. Don't hide from me." The heat was rising in my core as he continued to circle my clit in small quick movements. Soon he didn't need to ask. I leant back into him and let my moans flow freely. "That's it. Good girl." His words brought me as close to the edge as his finger did. One of my hands gripped his hair and the other gripped my dress. I was building far too fast and his sweet words of praise weren't helping. I couldn't focus on anything besides the way his hand worked my body perfectly. A reminder that he didn't need my shields to be down to know exactly what I needed. Soon he pressed down harder, his movements quicker. I half expected him to stop, but he didn't. Heat exploded from my core as I finally reached orgasm.