Page 62 of Conquered

I toss and turn in Loki's bed until the sun kisses the sky and I finally drift off into a fitful sleep.

I'm running in the dark, bare trees all round me, their branches reaching out to scratch at me and tangle in my hair. I'm utterly lost, and I just can't find them; the ones that keep me safe. My heart starts pounding as raw panic takes over. I call out their names in desperation, not caring if the creatures of the night hear me. Tears pour down my icy cheeks as I run, the cold seeping into my veins.

I stumble, my naked feet, sore and bleeding, but I can't stop. I must find them. I trip over a rock and fall down, only I don't hit the ground like I expect. Instead, I'm engulfed in a warm sticky liquid, the colour of rubies. I realise with a jolt that I'm in a churning sea of blood. I frantically kick my legs in a bid to reach the surface, my lungs burning with the need to breathe.Just as I feel the cool air brush my fingertips, something wraps round my ankle dragging me back down.

I open my lips to scream, tasting copper, as my mouth and lungs fill with warm blood. I can't breathe. I always thought drowning would be a peaceful way to die, but this burns like there's a fire raging inside me, charring and blackening my insides…

“Lilly!” I hear a familiar voice shout as someone shakes me. “Lilly, baby, breathe!” the voice commands, and I take in a huge rasping breath. The sweetness of pure air replacing the copper taste.

Gasping, my eyes snap open, and my vision is filled with the stunning green of emeralds. As I take another deep breath, the scent of copper evaporates to be replaced by warm vanilla cookies and cold nights spent by the fire.

“Loki!” I rasp, my throat sore and burning like I've been screaming for hours.

He’s kneeling on the bed next to me and I throw my shaking arms round his neck, holding him tightly to me whilst I try to blink the nightmare away. His own arms band round me, pulling me close.

“You wouldn't breathe,” he says, his whole body trembling. His heart is pounding hard underneath his t-shirt. “I couldn't get you to breathe.” His voice wobbles as he draws me even closer, eliminating any space between us.

“I was drowning,” I rasp out. “In a sea of blood. I was trying to find you all. I was so lost, Loki,” I choke out, knowing that I'm not making any sense.

“Shhhh, it's okay, I'm right here, Pretty Girl,” Loki soothes as his hands stroke my back and hair in a bid to calm me down, and I think, to assure himself that I'm okay.

“I couldn't find you. You were gone,” I sob, feeling the heart wrenching terror of my nightmare all over again. Tears trace down my hot face, and I'm powerless to stop them.

Loki pulls away, using one hand to grip my chin and bring my gaze to his, which is full of fire. There’s also a haunted look in his eyes, and a flash of unease runs through me.

“We will never leave you,” he says fiercely. “We will always find you.”

My lips crash into his in a messy kiss, full of passion, and the need to discover for myself that he truly is here. He kisses me back just as savagely, his hands pulling me to his hot body again, gripping me hard.

He pushes me down, lips locked with mine until I'm lying on my back and he's nestled between my legs. I'm naked like I promised, so I can feel his dick growing hard against my bare pussy, the thin fabric of his sweats the only barrier between us.

He gently brushes the hair back from my face with his long fingers, looking into my eyes with such intensity I shiver.

“Lilly Darling,” he starts, biting his lower lip, which is ridiculously sexy. He seems...nervous, which is so unlike him that the nightmare melts away as I wonder what he’s thinking. Then something steels in his gaze.

“Lilly Darling, I'm so fucking in love with you it hurts. I've been in love with you since the moment I saw you buck ass naked in that shower, singingGet Off My Dick.” He chuckles, and his cheeks have an adorable pink flush to them.

I'm speechless. I mean, I knew he felt strongly about me, but I had no idea that he feltthisstrongly.

“I fucking love everything about you. I love your fierceness, your bravery; I mean, shit, you’ve taken us on, and that is not something for the fainthearted. I fucking love your quirky style and the way you come all over my dick.” He smirks, thrusting his hips, rubbing my pussy with said dick, and my eyes flutter withthe contact. “I know it's too soon, and we've only known each other for a few weeks, but this life is too fucking short not to grab it by the balls. So, there it is. I. Fucking. Love. You.”

And without giving me a chance to think, let alone answer, he slams his lips against mine in a searing kiss. It's red hot, full of all the love he just spoke about. It fills me up from the inside out until I'm overflowing, and I can’t help squirming against him, seeking more. His tongue dominates mine, stroking my own in a way that leaves me burning.

He breaks the kiss and sits up, ripping his grey t-shirt off over his head, and tossing it to the floor. He's so beautiful, his chiselled abs, chest, and that gorgeous adonis belt, all covered in beautiful ink.

His bright green eyes take me in with a look of awe, like he can't believe how lucky he is.

“Loki...” I start, not knowing what I want to say, but feeling ready to burst with everything that’s swirling inside of me, combined with the desperate need I always feel for him. He chases the darkness away, makes me feel more alive than I ever have before.

He reaches past me, opening his bedside drawer, and grabbing a condom before straightening up. I watch him, filled with sweet anticipation, as he pushes down his sweats one handed, whilst he opens the packet using his teeth, then rolls the condom on and throws the packet away. He leans over me once more, capturing my lips in another scalding kiss, the tip of his dick is teasing my slick entrance, his piercing driving me crazy.

My legs come up round his waist as he surges forward inside of me, his lips not relinquishing my mouth for a second. I bring my hands up, raking my nails through his hair, grabbing fistfuls of the fiery auburn locks as he bottoms out, our pelvises meeting. It feels so fucking good, almost too good, having him buried to the hilt within me.

And he's right. It may have only been a few short weeks but this...this connection we have is the stuff of fucking fairytales.

I groan loudly as he starts to slowly move his hips, his piercing rubbing my inner walls in a deliciously maddening way. He finally relinquishes my lips to rest his forehead against mine, breathing in my air, until I've no idea whose breath is whose.

His hips undulate in a slow, provoking motion, like he needs to prolong this sweet torture for as long as possible. I can feel wave upon wave of pleasure roll through and over me until I'm lit up like a fucking Christmas tree.