Page 23 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
Pushing myself up, I sat back on my heels as she rose to stand and stared down at me.
Oh.
I like this view.
“That was naughty, Jör.” Her edible mouth twisted, as if she was fighting off a smile. “I’d expect better from a good boy like you.”
I like everything about this.
Placing my palms flat on my thighs, I gazed up at her, drinking in the perfect Cupid’s bow of her top lip. The way her olive skin showed a hint of flush from our tussle was divine, but nothing compared to how her amber eyes bored into my very soul.
Not that I have one.
“Iamgood,” I insisted, slightly offended she’d say otherwise. “I wassogood all morning, but I’ve been dying to touch you, and you smell like my favorite candy… I simply couldn’t control myself.”
That should do it.
Iola pressed her lips together disapprovingly, and I immediately realized I may have forgotten an important bit.
“Oh! And I’m sorry!” I blurted out, swallowing a moan when she raised a tiny boot-clad foot and pressed it against my bare chest—pushing until I fell backward onto my ass. “I’m sorry…Mistress.”
No, that still doesn’t sound right.
“Hmm…” she hummed, her tone implying she agreed with me. “Apology accepted, although youdoneed to learn some manners. Would you like me to teach you how to behave?”
Oh, gods, yes!
I was so excited, I couldn’t form the words needed to reply. Instead, I nodded so rapidly, my vision blurred, which made Iola laugh. The sound was so musical I almost swooned, and when she finished booting me onto my back, I landed with a breathless gasp, feeling wetness already gathering between my legs.
Ugh.
Not fucking is the worst.
“Rule number one,” Iola began as she planted her boots on either side of my head. “You will not touch me unless I give you permission to.” When I whined mournfully, she chuckled. “I promise, Jör. If you’re a good boy—thebestboy you can be—I’ll let you touch me wherever you want.”
“Fuck,” I rasped, slamming a hand down on my groin to stop my cock from emerging and frightening her away. “I’ll be so good, I promise.”
I meant it, too. While I’d admired mortal women from afar before—more for the aesthetics and fashion tips than anything—I’d never been interested enough to experiment. But, at this moment, I honestly felt as if I might wither and die if I couldn’t explore every inch of the goddess above me.
Not to be dramatic.
“Please…” I croaked. “I’ll do anything! Please, just…”
I wasn’t entirely sure what I was begging for—besideseverything—but Iola’s smirk told me she understood.
Because she’s perfect.
“You want me closer?” she murmured, dropping to her knees before sitting heavily on my heaving chest. “Like this?”
I wassquirmingon the floor beneath her, but I dutifully kept my hands to myself. “Closer, yes. Please…Master.”
Ooh!
Iola smiled, and it was as if I were restored to my true form, watching the sun rise over open water—the sea so calm it shimmered like painted glass.
“What a good boy you are for yourMaster,”she praised, tapping her finger against my nose while she did. “Such a. Good. Little. Pet.”
She booped me!
