Page 26 of Conquered

Next to that is a huge, dark wood wardrobe with a mirror in the door. I can see the reflection of what must be the biggest bed in Christendom. My head jerks to the left to look at it in the flesh.

Devil's teeth!

The wooden frame is dark, mahogany maybe, and it’s got huge, thickly carved wooden posts draped in what must be silk curtains given the shine, which have the same pattern that the walls do.

Definitely silk on the walls then,I inwardly scoff. The bed is covered in navy and cream bedding, which is all deliciously rumpled like it wasn’t vacated long ago.

He steps up behind me, so close I can feel the heat of his body warming my back like a furnace and I can’t help leaning into the heat. A split second later, hot, sweet breath whispers in my ear.

“Like what you see?” His voice sends shivers of desperate longing down my spine, causing a cascade of tingles to trail to my extremities, right down to the tips of my toes.

Hello, nipples. Long time no see. Not.

“Pretty Girl, I'm hoping you weren't joking back there in front of the others. You're wrapped up so nicely, like a present just for me,” he murmurs softly, still not touching me. I can't say a thing, my breath caught in my chest. I'm utterly under his spell.

“I’m very good at sharing; generous, too,” he says breathily, as his finger finally makes contact and plays with the back of my waistband, leaving my nerve endings tingling. The digit then drops down to the black lacy hem, causing a soft moan to escape my lips and my eyes to close, revelling in his touch.

“You’d look exquisite on my bed, and I'd bet you come so prettily all over my sheets,” he purrs against my ear, his voice like dark chocolate, decadent and sinful. “Can I make you come, baby? Can I touch you?”

I never knew the meaning of insta-lust until now. I mean, sure, I’ve seen guys that make my breath hitch a little, but the way Loki is speaking to me, touching me, I want to give him permission to do all the bad naughty things to me his heart desires. And I don’t care what his motives are, or why he wants me so badly. I just need him not to stop.

“Yes,” I beg, trembling, my legs slightly parting. I’m unable to stop this exquisite torture, even though I know I should.For fuck’s sake, I’ve only just met the guy!

He steps closer, eliminating any distance between his front and my back, and I gasp at the contact, at the sudden hardness between us. His finger reaches round to the front of my knickers, slowly sliding underneath the silk, and he discovers just how wet I am. A low moan escapes my lips, my hand wrapping around his wrist tightly and holding on for dear life.

A deep groan leaves his luscious lips. Lips that have started to nibble my earlobe, causing me to burn hot with need, and desperate shivers to wrack my body. My head falls to the side to allow him better access.

“Such a good girl, so responsive,” he praises as his fingers slide along my wet heat, fire radiating from his touch and my hips buck seeking more contact. “Look how wet you are for me already.”

His other hand comes round my waist, supporting me as his fingers find my clit. I whimper in his arms, my unoccupied arm reaching up behind me and pulling him closer by his neck.

But I’m powerless, a slave to his clever, beautiful fingers as they play me like an instrument. A throaty moan leaves me as he continues to thrum the bundle of nerves, driving me fucking wild, and sending waves of exquisite pleasure rolling over my body. My fingers find his thick hair, tangling in it. I can’t keep my eyes open, the pleasure is too intense.

Fuck.

“When you come, Pretty Girl,” he whispers, kissing my neck, “you’re going to scream my name in that sexy British accent of yours, aren’t you?”

He pauses, and his hand stills too, waiting, tormenting me with its inactivity.

“Yes,” I part groan, part whisper. “Please.”

I’m beyond caring that I’m begging this beautiful stranger, my hips thrusting forward and my hand around his wrist gripping so tightly I’m amazed that I haven’t cut off the blood flow.

“Please, what?” he taunts, still not moving his fucking fingers.

“Please, Loki!” I cry baring my teeth.

“Good girl.”

I hear the smirk in his voice for a second until he slams two fingers inside me whilst the heel of his hand grinds into my clit. He crooks his fingers in a come-hither motion, and my knees buckle, his other arm banding round my waist to keep me upright.

I. Fucking. Shatter.

And of course, I’m screaming his name as I fracture into a thousand pieces and am scattered to the four winds.

ASH

“Loki!!!”