Page 24 of Odin

"Want to share a bottle of champagne with me?" The words came out of her mouth before she could stop them.

Olaf shook his head slowly. "I do not drink."

Of course he didn't. A man with a body like his evidently treated it like a temple. No pizza, no pancakes, no alcohol...for him, all-night incredible sex was probably just another workout.

Unless he was a reformed alcoholic, which wouldn't be unreasonable, after he'd lost his kid.

Either way, she shouldn't have mentioned the champagne. The last time she'd drunk champagne was the night Amal had ruined her life.

Which meant she'd have to try and seduce him sober, which was going to be even worse and probably wouldn't work and she'd go to prison still wanting, with all the things on her bucket list unticked and...

Olaf captured her mouth with his.

And Freyja forgot how to breathe.

TWENTY-EIGHT

"Please," she moaned, as he broke the kiss for only a moment to scoop Freyja up in his arms.

Then he was kissing her again as he strode through the corridors to the scriptorium she'd made her bedchamber. He'd studied the maintenance manual so that he might master the controls of the box on the wall, turning up the temperature until it resembled a summer's day instead of the depths of winter in here.

He started to help her out of her clothing, but the moment her breasts were bare, he could not help himself. He laid her down on the bed, so that he had both hands free to caress her. Silken softness itself, as always, except for her nipples, which were almost as hard as his own stone skin. Gods, and the taste...

She arched her back up, offering herself to him, as he took his time on first one breast, then the other, and he couldn't seem to stop his fingers from stroking her.

And the way she whimpered that one word, PLEASE, over and over. Gods, he could not refuse her anything. Instead, he would give her everything, and more.

She fumbled at the fastenings of her trousers, and Odin read her intention, as though the picture had popped from her mind to his.

He slid his hands down her back, into the back of her trousers, cupping the sweet globes of her arse, before squeezing just a little.

Another moan, another PLEASE, before he tugged off her trousers entirely, baring her whole body to him.

A small part of him wanted to thrust inside her and stay there until dawn, but he was too obsessed with the taste of her to do that just yet.

No, he knelt between her thighs, lifting her legs over his shoulders as he bowed over her, kissing her in the one place he longed for most. More heavenly than even Valhalla.

He tasted her with his lips, then with his tongue, before taking his hands to spread her out before him, so that he might explore every fold, every sensitive spot, as she moaned and squirmed beneath him.

"Oh, please!" she begged.

Slowly, he coaxed her to her first orgasm of the evening, pausing to taste her again and again as she grew wetter, her cries wilder. Finally, as he felt her clench around his fingers, he drank her very essence, as she cried out to the gods in ecstasy.

Sweeter than the finest mead, yet salty, too, as the best meads always were.

Intent on wringing more pleasure from her begging body, he dipped his head so that he might drink again.

TWENTY-NINE

Freyja might have sucked a couple of cocks in her life, but she'd never had a man go down on her. And Olaf...god, he was as good with his tongue as he was with the rest of his gorgeous body. If she had one wish, it would be to ride his face for eternity, but right now, he had her pinned to the bed, his face buried between her thighs, completely in control while she had none, and she wasn't sure what she liked more.

Especially when a second orgasm quickly followed the first, and a third one threatened to overwhelm her completely.

Oh god, he was going to give her a fourth. And a fifth...

She screamed and bucked and begged for more, taking everything he gave, while he drank her in, teasing and torturous and so fucking divine she wished this night could last forever.

After more orgasms than she thought her body could take, she blinked away her bliss from her umpteenth climax to find him staring down at her, desire burning in his eyes, now completely naked.

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