Page 29 of Savage King

He’d make her ready first, and he’d take it slow. She was it for him, he knew that, which meant she’d take all of him, every thick inch of him.

“Can you hear that, Goddess? Can you hear how wet you are? Can you hear my fingers sliding inside you? Sloppy, sticky, nice and ready for my fat cock, don’t’cha think?” He fucked her with his two fingers until she was gasping and writhing, then he added a third finger. She cried out, jerking. He grinned. Fucking fantastic.

“Oh, gods! Odin!” Her breathless cry made him grin proudly.

“So perfect, taking my fingers, Goddess, but I need you stretched out a little more to take my cock. I don’t want to hurt you, but I know it’ll hurt that first time as I slide inside you nice and slow. You’ll take it. All of it. Because your body was made for me.”

Leaning over her, he took her nipple into his mouth as he pounded into her pussy with his fingers, thrusting as deep as he could go and spreading them out, dragging his nails down the spongy patch of tissue at the front of her channel wall.

He felt it, the twitching of her stomach muscles, the tightening of her thighs and asshole, the rolling waves of pleasure moving through her. And then she exploded, her hands flying to grab hold of his head and she humped his hand.

“Odin!” she screamed, her body arching off the bed, her pussy milking his fingers.

Groaning, he kissed her, tasting her cries of ecstasy as her orgasm hollowed her out before rushing in to fill her again. Her whole body shaking, she melted into the comforter, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth lax beneath his.

“Don’t go to sleep on me now. That was just the beginning. I haven’t even begun to worship you yet.”

What just happened? Her thoughts jumbled, tumbled over one another. One minute Odin was kissing her, the next it was like her body had taken over for her brain. A need she’d never felt before surged through her. A need for a large, sexy Viking to put his hands and mouth all over her.

And he had. Now, she didn’t know which way was up. She only knew she wanted more. Had to have more.

Boneless. Her blood turning to fire in her veins. Her mind spinning, then falling off its axis. Her body was completely owned by Odin.

Never in her life had she felt such pleasure, such a soul deep release.

Gods, she was in trouble. Deep trouble. But she couldn’t make herself care right then, not when the promise of even greater pleasure was there for the taking.

And he’d only used his mouth and fingers. She couldn’t imagine what it would feel like once he was inside her, his body over hers, moving inside hers.

It truly felt like worship. The way he looked at her, handled her with such reverence and deviance…she felt like the goddess he named her.

It had been so long since anyway had touched her intimately, and even then, with Aaron, he’d never taken the time to pleasure her as Odin had.

Why are you thinking about Aaron while Odin is right there, between your thighs smirking up at you?Yeah, the man knew exactly what he’d done to her, and he was gloating about it.

Well, he’d earned that, she supposed.

Sighing, she reached down and wove her fingers into his thick white-blonde hair, the moonlight shining over it as if bathing him in a halo. But the man was no angel, not with those fingers and that wicked tongue.

“That was amazing,” she said, her voice husky from screaming his name.

He chuckled, leaning in to kiss her deeply, once again stealing her breath. She would forever be breathless around him.

“It’s only just beginning. I promise, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be so addicted to me, you won’t be able to move without remembering me between those lush thighs of yours.”

She reached up and pulled him down to her, rubbing her nose along his neck, inhaling the scent of man, sweat, and domination. The man actually smelled like a conquering warrior, and he was straining, his body tense with unspent arousal.

“Odin,” she whimpered.

Odin moved from the bed, standing beside her, peering down at her with ice blue eyes gone black with desire.

“Hmmm, I know what you need, baby.”

Reaching behind his head, he did that t-shirt removal trick that turned women’s ovaries into oatmeal. With his chest bared to her for the first time, she took him in. Every. Last. Massive. Inch of his magnificent chest, shoulders, and abs.

She groaned at the sight of him, her mouth watering to lick every groove, trace every line of tattoo.

Yes, she’d spend her career around men who epitomized physical perfection, but those men had nothing on Odin. Odin was a god in the flesh, his godhood barely fitting inside miles of inked up human skin. Each muscle seemed to ripple with barely restrained power. Abs framed my deep grooves, an Adonis belt that was impossibly defined, and twin slabs of pecs that were covered in a smattering of blonde hair. One of his dark nipples was pierced, the barbell twinkling in the moonlight. A gorgeous tattoo of a battle axe decorated one side of his chest, and the MC motto was written in Norwegian script down his left side.

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