Okay, let me start by saying I never planned to write this. But I lost a bet with a friend and this was what she had me do. Perhaps you can take this as an apology for gym being unable to write the new chapters for HeartFrost and Drums & Helfire. I'm not sure how long it will take but I will try to post ASAP. Fair warning, this chapter contains sexual content. It's my first smut-story or whatever you call this so don't judge if its terrible.
This takes place immediately after the Night of the Wolf in HeartTorn (I skipped it to avoid writing this). Please let me know if it's terrible and I'll take it down immediately.
Song of the Chapter: Undisclosed Desires ~ Muse
Freyja moaned softly into Loki's lips, tasting the honeysuckles and cinnamon from the wine they had drank. It had been an interesting evening for them thus far and she was beginning to decide just how far they would go. she was drunk on the happiness he brought her, knowing she had found what she had been looking for.
He began to trail kisses up her jawline, sucking on the tender flesh at its base. With steady fingers, she began to untie the leather cord on his shirt. He took a second to pull the shirt over his head and toss it to the floor before returning to his self-assigned task. She took his hands in hers as she guided them to the tie on the back of her dress. He stiffened in surprise, unsure if he should continue.
"Stop to think about this, love," he whispered, his voice slightly shaky.
"I have," she replied as she kissed his bare chest. "And I believe I've finally found what I've been searching for."
"Freyja," he warned half-heartedly.
"I've decided what I want, Loki. The only question I have now is: do you want this, too?"
He took her face in his hands, searching for any sign of second thoughts. Seeing nothing of the sort in her eyes, he smiled.
"There is nothing I want more."
The words had barely left his mouth before her lips were on his once more, tongue exploring the recesses. He growled as she nipped his lower lip and made quick work of the lacing on the back of her dress. The only thing that kept him from tearing the dress from her skin was the fact he knew it was important to her in some way.
With his hands trailing to her thighs, he lifted her up to carry her to the bed. Her legs locked around his waist as her fingers tangled in his raven hair. Laying her back on the bed, he crawled over her and pressed open-mouthed kisses at her pulse as his fingers worked deftly at her corset and chemise. Each tug at the sheer fabric brought more ivory skin into view and Loki took his time to admire the enchanting woman beneath him.
He laid a kiss between her breasts before licking, nipping, suckling each one in turn. The breathless words that fell from Freyja's lips were no longer in the tongue of Asgard, but he understood every sigh. Only when he felt her fingers slipping beneath the waist of his trousers did he pull away.
"No," he breathed, pulling her hands back up. "Allow me to show you what you deserve."
He trailed his fingers over her opening, soliciting a moan as he did. Slowly, teasingly, he slid his middle finger into her. Freyja gasped at the sensation, bucking her hips upward as his index finger joined the first. He grinned before leaning down to flick her clit with his tongue. A shiver ran down her spine and he knew, as he curled his fingers during a thrust, that she was reaching her limit. The cry of protest as he pulled away from her almost caused him to regret his actions.
She stared up at him, her breathing shallow, with wide eyes. Her pupils had dilated, leaving the impossible shade of blue almost unnoticeable. Unable to hold back, he thrust into her in one swift moment. She arched her back in response, closing her eyes as an unfamiliar word escaped her. He captured her mouth against his, kissing in rhythm to the quick pace he had set.
He whispered her name against her mouth as she rolled her hips against him, meeting his every thrust. He reveled in the sensations of her nails digging into his shoulders, her tongue fighting his for dominance, and the mirrored pleasure he could feel radiating from her mind. Their bodies slick with sweat, Loki felt himself nearing the edge.
"Proicio te, dilectione mea," he hissed into her ear.
Freyja cried out his name as she came, sending him over the edge as he spilled into her. Her head fell limply against the mattress as she caught her breath, leaving him to pull himself from her and collapse at her side. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her closer and buried his face in her neck.
"I love you," he whispered, closing his eyes. "My Freyja..."
