Page 68 of Romancing His Heart

He releases a hot breath near my shoulder blade, and my knees buckle.How the hell am I going to make it through this if a simple breath can knock me off my feet?Loki places open-mouthed, wet kisses crisscrossing my back. Lower and lower he goes until I feel his tongue at the dimple of my ass.

Holy shit.

“Loki, I-I’ve never …”

“Shh, Red.” Palming my ass, he squeezes one cheek, then the other.

Do we do anal, Sloane? Gawd, now I’m talking to myself. But, is that something I …

“Relax, baby. I’m not after your ass. Tonight, anyway.” I feel him grin against my body as his tongue dips lower down my crease.

Loki stands suddenly, my senses going into overdrive so fast I feel dizzy. Without sight, my ears strain to compensate. I’m panting in anticipation of his touch, and fight to drown out the blood rushing through my ears.

The clanking of metal has me tilting my head to the right. I hear a swishing sound, then the whoosh of his pants hitting the floor, and my body floods with warmth.

“Ahh,” I purr as something soft floats down the side of my body. I get a whiff of Loki and assume he’s teasing me with his shirt. Over and over again, it ghosts my body. Down one side, across my hips, then up to my center, it travels.

With firm pressure, Loki presses my back forward, leaning into me. I feel his naked form and gulp. Pressing his body into mine from behind, he guides my arms forward. He places them on the countertop, and continues to push my back down until I’m bent at a ninety-degree angle.

“Open your legs,” he rumbles at my ear.

“Oh, God.”

“Not God, sweetheart. Just Loki.”

I don’t get a chance to reply because he drops to his knees. With hands holding firmly onto my hips, he pulls them back, thrusting my body into his face. Widening my stance, Loki moves in closer. His tongue, gentle at first, laps at my opening while a hand snakes around my front, searching for a bundle of nerves. When his finger lands on my clit, he moves in slow, torturous circles. I’m overcome with sensation. While his middle finger plays my clit like the chord of an electric guitar, I see stars.

My core pulsates around him, and he growls, “Yes, Red. Fucking, yes.”

I feel him grasping the end of the blindfold, and light floods my senses. Clamping my eyes shut, I try to revel in the moment.

“Open your eyes, Sloane. Look.”

Hearing his voice, I open them immediately. Raising my head, I find his reflection in the mirror.

“Watch. I want you to see what you look like when you come.”

I open my mouth to speak, but his fingers work their magic, and within seconds I’m spiraling higher than I ever knew possible.

“Watch, Sloane. See how beautiful you are,” Loki grinds out.

I’m a panting, whimpering mess. My body is seeking release, and he knows it. Pushing back into his hand, he stiffens his tongue and makes a curling motion. My body thrashes violently against him, but he holds me steady.

“Come, Red. Come now.”

As if he’d written the book of Sloane, my body responds. My legs tremble beneath me, and fireworks go off inside of my body—wave after wave of pleasure crash through me as he continues his ministrations.

Gasping, I plead, “Loki, p-please. I can’t.”

He releases me so quickly I have to straighten my arms to catch myself. With a hand on my bicep, he spins me. When I’m facing him, he lifts me onto the counter and stands between my legs. My brain struggles to follow along with our movements as I stare into his caramel-colored eyes.

Placing a hand on each side of my face, he lowers his mouth to mine. “You can, Sloane. You can, and you will. Can’t is no longer part of your vocabulary. You can do anything you set your fucking mind to, do you hear me?”

I try to break free from his grasp as emotions overwhelm me, but he holds steady. We’re not talking about orgasms here, and it’s too much. Refusing to let me go, I blink back tears as I’m forced to see the honesty in his words.

He gives me a second longer to adjust to the emotions of his statement, and then his lips descend on mine once more. When he releases me, my head falls back against the mirror, and I’m able to take him in. Standing before me, in all his manly glory, is Loki Kane. His mouth trails down my neck, and I crane it to the left to give him better access.

As if my brain is coming out of a fog, my hands wrap around his back. I’m desperate to touch any part of him I can reach. Trying to draw him in, I wrap my legs around his waist. I’m manic in my attempts to get him closer, but Loki is composed, and he slows my movements.