A dual pov narrative from both main characters-Loki and Annalise. If you enjoy slow burn, immersive stories, with a good plot and the long awaited spice, then stop your search. Here is the story for you!
As the newly crowned king of Jotunheim, Loki...
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"Oh, my darling, did you truly think this was the end of it. That you'd receive your blissful release by my fingers and tongue alone?"
A smirk slowly curls my lips as I watch her once-hazy eyes widen to round saucers.
"Oh, dear, you did," I mock-pout, tsking softly. "No, sweetheart. This is far from over. My other appendage feels quite left out—how terribly unfair would it be for it to not experience the same delicious, velvet warmth that my tongue and fingers have already savoured?"
I see the slight apprehension cross Annalise's features, but it's the slow closing of her legs, her subtle attempt at denying me the view of her tempting pussy, that grabs my attention.
Does she think if I can't see her glistening folds, I won't want it?...
How charmingly naïve.
In this instance, out of sight, out of mind, means nothing to me. The beautiful image of her swollen clit is forever seared into my brain, and I will always crave it, whether it's hidden from me or not.
A dark, rumbling chuckle escapes me as I observe her feeble attempts to now cross her legs. "Kitten, do you really think you can deprive me so easily? ... That delectable little pussy of yours is mine. I'll not be satisfied until I'm buried deep within its cushioning heat."
My hand reaches out, grasping one of her ankles in an iron grip, deliberately meeting her wary gaze with a look that promises no escape.
Her breath hitches, her wide gaze immediately riveting to my tight hold—she knows what's coming.
"Oh gods, not again," she murmurs, and my twisted grin widens as I yank her forcefully downward. Her ass coming to a jarring stop right next to my kneeling thighs, her legs spread wide on either side of me.
The sudden rapid movement leaves her momentarily dazed, her vision swimming as she recovers. But as she refocuses, she finds herself eye level with my throbbing, eager length, and I see the uncertainty in her eyes.
"Ready, darling?" I ask, my tone polite, though the question is anything but.
"N-no," she stammers, but I take her weak protest with a generous pinch of salt. I can smell her desire, see the way it gleams hungrily in her eyes. She may say no, but her body sings a different tune.
Slowly, purposefully, I lower myself down, forcing her to once again feel the cool, caressing brush of the grass against her back as she lies pinned beneath my towering frame. My hair, damp with sweat, hangs against her flushed cheeks as I hover over her, drinking in the sight of her beauty.
She gazes up at me with those shining, starlit eyes, the gleam of her recent release still dancing within their depths.
Gods, she's beautiful.
Leaning closer, I let my reassuring words ghost along her kissable lips. "I would never hurt you, Annalise. I'll be gentle. I promise."
Tenderly, I brush a stray strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear as I gaze at her with eyes full of adoration. She's my world, my sustenance, the very air I breathe. Surely, she knows that?
