It's the end

Chapter 13- lokis chambers part 3

My trembling hand came closing in, Everything still seemed slow. Nothing seemed real. 'Was I honestly this stupid'. It was clear there was nothing stopping my force to meet his sharp jawline.

My anger drew closer until it was sent back. My wrists were pulled away by the power of the gods lengthy fingers wrapping and clinging to my flesh. I glared in this mischievous orbs of sight, with anger in my eyes before sending another fist flying aiming for his smug features. Grasping my second wrist, I wriggled and screamed; Loki not moving an inch. Truth be told I was fatigued, I had not slept in days and I couldn't afford to waste my energy with matters like this- I knew I couldn't break free so what was the point of fighting anymore...

I let Loki win. My hands were forced into the mattress by the strength of his fists; in doing so he leaned forward, his breath falling onto my exposed breasts. Smile tugging at the mans mouth due to the heat causing my nipples to harden. My vision became a blur, tears blocking my sight yet I did not allow them to fall. So I just held them back, reluctant to let them fall.

The God nestled into the nook of my neck. Letting out a slight gasp just as I felt a warm tongue gliding along my collarbone. He then moved down...

My head fell back to my shoulders, Loki's tongue moved in between my breasts. In doing so my eyes fell shut as the amazing sensation rushed though my body; he began to suck and bite at my unclothed chest, making his way over to one of the hardened breast. An unsteady accidental moan escaped my lips along with my hips that thrusted forwards.

3rd view:

A chuckle left the raven haired mans lips. He had stopped and was staring at the woman attempting to regain her breath: y/n's head tilted up her face, her embarrassed expression not allowing herself to look at the man. She enjoyed it as much as she hated to admit it she did...

Loki: oh my, pet. You do love it don't you.

The woman did not answer. Instead she sat up trying to pull her opened legs to her chest, Loki gripped her inner thighs once more. Spreading her legs further apart as he sat in the middle; crawling over her forcing her back to the bed once again.

Leaning down his lips traced down the exposed woman's bare neck. He sunk his teeth into the tender skin causing her to scream in satisfaction.

Loki: you need to get better at pleasing the man.
The grandmaster would hate to have you when you are so untamed. He spoke into her neck- she couldn't process any of what he was saying her focus was on not allowing Loki to win. She was not going to give in not again; she will not make any sounds of enjoyment...
Or at least try.

His bitting and nibbling became president; he was irritated. He wanted something she was not giving him. The muscular man bit harder. Crimson blood began to fall from her neck: in order to stop the warm liquid from falling onto the green sheets, he licked and sucked at the dripping wound easing it.

Y/n view:

His eyes pierced through me; a drop of blood still reminded on his bottom lip, hesitating at first: with my shaking hand I brushed off and showed him.
To which he responded by taking my finger in the heat of his mouth and wrapped his tongue around until my finger was clean.