Page 70 of Romancing His Heart
“Ahh.”
“What other positions do we need to demystify for you, Sloane?”
I shake my head because I can’t speak.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby. Do you feel how your body grips me when I pull out? Feel how you cling to me when I slam back in?”
Holy shit, maybe Loki should be the romance writer.
Gripping my hair at the scalp, he tilts my head back and then turns my face toward the mirror. I watch our reflection as he moves in and out of me. He leans down and bites the tender skin on my neck while speaking.
“Is this how you write your characters, Red? Tits bouncing with each thrust? Look at us,” he commands. “You’re so fucking wet, sweetheart. My cock is dripping with you.”
“M-My stories have never been like this,” I admit as he picks up the pace of his thrusts.
“Like, what?” He plunges harder into me.
“This, hot,” I pant.
“I’m going to show you how fucking hot you are, Sloane.” He slows the pace, steadily rocking in and out of me. The leg I’m standing on begins to shake. “I’m going to teach you how fucking valuable you are. Look at me.”
I tear my gaze away from our reflection and am met with the most genuine expression of desire and admiration I’ve ever seen. It makes my throat tight, and I fight the urge to run.
“I mean it,” he purrs.
Unable to speak, I nod a few times. Finally, he releases my gaze, and I gasp for breath.
Leaning down, he growls, “Wrap your arms around my neck, and hang on.”
I barely have time to register his words before he leans down, hitches my other leg under his arm, and hauls me up his body. With his hands on my ass and both legs hooked over his forearms, he glides my body up and down his cock at a frantic pace.
Glancing over Loki’s shoulder, I see my body bouncing on his in the mirror. The reflection that’s staring back at me is unrecognizable. The girl in the mirror is confident, sexy, and … and whole. I’ve never seen myself that way before. It threatens to pull me from the moment.
Sensing a change, Loki turns us. With my back to the reflection, my mind falls to Loki.
“Stay here, with me. In this moment, Red,” he grunts.
I’m not sure how much longer my body can take this pace.
“I’m, I’m going to come. I-I can’t—”
“You can,” he roars on a powerful thrust. Holding me to him, he’s seated in me as far as he can go, and I’ve never felt so full. Using my hips, he grinds me against his pubic bone, and I come undone. I’m vibrating with sensitivity. Every inch of me has an electric current running through it as wave after wave of pleasure engulfs me.
He’s spiraling fast as my orgasm thunders through my entire body. With a deafening roar, Loki screams out as his orgasm takes over. My pussy is still quivering while the last twitches of his release escape him.
My head falls forward onto his chest as we both pant and wheeze.
“Loki,” I manage, though I’m not sure what I want to say. My brain isn’t fully functioning yet, so I just stare as my body falls back to earth.
“Shh.” He kisses my forehead and carries me, with his cock still buried deep inside of my channel, to the bed.
He pulls the sheets back and gently lays us down, then slowly pulls out of me, and I gasp. The emptiness I feel from the sudden disconnect is unfamiliar, but Loki leans down to kiss me softly.
“I’ll be right back. I have to deal with the condom.”
“Okay,” I mumble, blinking slowly.Holy fuck, is my last thought before I wake with a start to a darkened room and a sleeping Loki draped over my naked body.
Chapter 23
