Page 49 of Loki’s Spellbinder (Hunters Creek Archangel’s Warriors MC #14)
When Loki took me down to the mattress and kissed me, my body burst into an inferno.
I’d not only thought of, cried, and dreamed about him for the past two weeks, but I’d ached for him.
I wanted him in every possible way. Assuming this kiss meant he wanted me and agreed to my stipulation, I more than eagerly kissed him back.
As he kissed me, I moaned into his mouth when he pressed his erection into my core.
He was lying between my spread legs, and his cock was positioned perfectly to hit my clit.
Tingles shot from there throughout my body.
My nipples reacted and hardened. Loki did it again, causing more intense shocks to hit me. I ripped my mouth away from his.
“Please,” I whimpered.
Loki had raised himself when I removed my mouth from his. He asked, “Please, what, Spellbinder?”
“Take them off,” I moaned.
“Take what off?”
“Our clothes! God, Alexander, I need you. I’ve ached and dreamed about you, us, so much. I need you inside of me before I die.”
“Thank God, because so have I,” Loki muttered before he pressed a hard kiss on my mouth and then stood.
As he shrugged off his cut, I sat up to get out of my clothes.
I was too needy to wait for him to undress himself, then remove mine.
His eyes never strayed from me as I pulled my top up and off.
I reached back and unhooked my bra. His gaze hungrily took in every move I made.
My eyes did the same as his shirt came off to join mine.
His sculpted muscles and tattoos made me reach out, but then I halted.
If I did that, we’d get sidetracked and explode, so I regrettably dropped them, letting my bra slither down my arms.
“Christ, your tits are better than I remember, and those memories are spectacular. Damn it, I swear, I’ll come back and worship all of you the way you deserve and I want. But if I do this time, I’ll jizz in my jeans. Two weeks is far too long. Hell, two days are,” Loki admitted.
“Then you’d better get those boots and jeans off. If you don’t, I may just die,” I confessed.
Loki chuckled. As he worked off his boots and socks, I stood up and wiggled out of my sweatpants.
After I returned home, I changed into them once I stopped crying long enough to do it.
With them off, I shimmied my hips to let my panties drop to my feet.
I kicked them out of the way. Loki’s groan made me smirk.
Wanting to make him as wild as possible, I lay back down, propped myself up on one elbow, then spread my legs. Using my other arm, I ran my fingers up my folds, gathering my slickness. Holding my fingers up to show him, I licked my lips.
“Fuck, give me those,” he hoarsely rasped out.
Holding my hand out further, I whimpered as I watched his cock bounce against his stomach. He was thick, and the head of his cock was shiny with precum. I wanted to taste him. As he leaned forward, I begged, “I need to taste you.”
Loki paused long enough to run a finger around his cock’s hooded head, then as he sucked my fingers into his mouth, he slipped his wet one into mine. His tanginess burst on my tongue, making me moan at the same time as he groaned. As incredible as it seemed, my desire shot up another few degrees.
I whined when he removed his finger, but stopped when he let go of mine. He grabbed my hips and yanked my ass toward him. As the opening of my drenched pussy met the head of his cock, he growled and thrust hard inside of me without a word or pause.
I flung back my head and cried, “Alexander!”
“God, yes! There it is, that glorious, perfect pussy. So tight, wet, and scalding hot, just the way I love it. Hang on. It’s gonna be fast and hard, not slow, Brae,” he rasped.
Loki’s hips pulled away from me, pulling his cock out until only the tip remained inside. As he pushed inside again, I thrust myself toward him, intensifying the stroke. We both groaned.
I hooked my legs around his waist. This change allowed him to free his hands, and they went straight to my tits.
He kneaded them and twisted my nipples. I used my nails and fingertips to rake his pecs and pluck and twist his taut nipples.
The sound of our labored breathing mixed with the loud slaps of naked skin and our moans and groans of pleasure.
I was hurtling toward an intense orgasm after only a couple of minutes.
“I-I’m gonna come,” I whimpered to warn him.
“Go ahead, drench my dick in your honey. Squeeze me tight. Make me blow,” Loki hoarsely ordered.
To emphasize his order, on his next stroke, he pinched my left nipple hard.
I came screaming and gasping for air. As I tried to wring the cum from his balls, Loki kept going, pounding my pussy until I couldn’t stop coming or catch my breath.
My nails sank into his hips as I clung to him for dear life.
I arched my back. My mouth remained open, but no sound escaped.
I saw the edges of my vision going dark.
A feeling of panic mixed with euphoria hit me.
As it did, Loki thrust twice more, even harder, then froze, roaring, “Braelyn” as he jerked and pumped me full of his cum.
He seemed to keep going far longer than I recalled him doing before.
Somehow, I sucked in just enough air not to pass out.
Loki’s grunts and growls were fierce and made me shiver.
By the time he stopped coming, I was limp and exhausted.
Loki leaned over me, holding himself off me with his elbows.
He placed gentle, loving kisses on my mouth and face as he whispered.
“Braelyn, baby, I love you and only you. Please tell me this means you forgive me and you’ll come home. I can’t take another day without you.”
I ran my hand across the hairs on his face. “Alexander, I forgive you and would love nothing more than to come home with you. But we must ensure that we don’t take any danger back.”
“Oh, believe me, we’ll make sure of it.”
He rested his head next to mine as our bodies cooled and our hearts slowed to a normal rhythm. I knew we’d have to get dressed and talk to the family soon. As lovely as it would be to stay here and make love the rest of the night, we had work to do first.