Page 88 of Conquered (Highgate Preparatory Academ:y Compendium)

Keeping hold of her beautiful hazel gaze, I seat myself to the hilt in one thrust, groaning loudly as I feel her inner walls encase me.

I have to close my eyes for a moment and breathe deeply, I swear I could come like a randy teenager as soon as I enter her.

This angle is so deep, I know that I’m not gonna last long, especially if her pussy keeps fluttering like that around my cock.

I start to pound harder, going even deeper as I chase my orgasm. Sweat drips down my brow when I pick up speed even more, Lilly writhing and cursing underneath me, her nails raking down my arms. My balls start to draw up and tighten, that familiar burn beginning at the base of my spine.

“You’re gonna come for me again now, Pretty Girl,” I order her gruffly, going up on one arm so that my other can snake between us. My fingers find her clit, and she cries out as I start to rub and pinch it.

“Shit! Loki!” she shrieks, her pussy clamping down on my dick like a vise, as she climaxes for a second time, drawing my own thundering orgasm from me.

Groaning, I collapse on top of her, my heart clamouring in my chest. Our sweaty bodies are pressed so closely, that I can feel her own heartbeat reverberating through me until it matches the pace of mine. Her hands come up to stroke my hair, and I swear I purr like a fucking cat at the touch.

It’s such a soothing gesture that I find my eyelids growing heavy, and they begin to close as I drift off into a blissful sleep, still buried inside her.

LILLY

I wake up with a start, rubbing my eyes, and realise that I’m all alone in Loki’s bed.

Sitting up and looking towards the door, which is slightly ajar, I can see a faint light coming from beyond it. There are the sounds of what I think are the gentle strains of an acoustic guitar, so I decide to get up and go investigate.

Pulling on my long black silk robe, I make my way towards the door, the music getting louder and I recognise the song as Lovely, the acoustic cover version by Thomas Daniel.

Walking down the stairs, pausing to look through the spindles, I can just make out Loki sitting on one of the sofas in the living room, playing.

I sit down on the top step and just watch him, mesmerised.

His voice is rough and smooth like cigar smoke, and goosebumps erupt on my skin at the sound.

The song is so sad, tears sting my eyes, a lump forming in my throat as I listen to him sing.

I can’t help feeling he’s singing about desperately wanting to escape from his obligations to their company, from his parents.

He sings with such emotion, such feeling that the tears spill over, tracking down my cheeks.

When it’s finished, he looks up at me and without missing a beat, tilts his head to indicate that I should come down and join him.

He begins playing another song, waiting until I’m standing in front of him before starting to sing, a gentle smile on his face, his eyes locked onto mine.

As the opening verse begins, I recognise it as Perfect by Ed Sheeran, but the Matt Johnson acoustic version.

I just melt and explode all at once.

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.