Chapter 11

Imogen's breath hitched in her throat as Thor's hands reclaimed her wrists and pinned them either side of her head again. Instinctively, her hips arched to him.

The god leaned in, a dangerous look on his face. For a moment, a flicker of fear fluttered through Imogen, but she soon calmed herself with reasoning thoughts. Thor wouldn't hurt her - at least, not in a way she wouldn't enjoy.

Her mind started to swim back to focus as Thor put his lips by her ear. She heard his ragged breath and grinned; she'd done that.

The smirk was soon wiped off her face though.

"Now it's my turn." He growled in her ear.

Oh gods - here came his vengeance. She bit her lip as he drew back, though her eyes were far from guilty. Gleaming. Seducing. Not that he wasn't bound by her already. His orbs were crossed with a burning lust and a bright mystery, a unique combination only he could master. It had Imogen melting with desire.

She didn't move even after he'd released her, his hands trailing down the rest of her body. His fingertips ran down, over her shoulders, over her breasts, down her flat stomach and along her shapely legs.

Then he reached the hem of her gown and paused. Imogen wanted to lift her head and watch him but she was frozen, as if his touch had hypnotized her into submission.

His fingers crept under her dress and sent a spark through her; Imogen's body jerked upright instinctively. Why did she suddenly feel so shy? The blush crept over her cheeks, mouth hanging open in silent, timid protest.

Thor – thankfully! – had the reflexes to avoid being battered back by her body, dodging her aptly. His hands stayed on her thighs. His dark orbs swirled with desire as he leaned in, drinking in her glistening eyes and anxious expression and finding it only aroused him more. Tonight, she was all his. Tonight, he'd be unstoppable.

He managed to calm the beast inside him for just long enough to lean forward slowly and place a tender kiss on her lips.

"Relax." He sighed to her. His hands rubbed comfortingly up and down her thighs, earning a heated breath from Imogen. His fingers lower to where her gown bunched at her mid-calves and slowly began to run his hands up again, dragging the material gently with him.

Imogen lowered her back to the mattress again, more out of discomfort than anything. Her body melted into the bed, submitting to the god. Now that her thighs were relaxed, released from the effort of holding her upright, she started to enjoy Thor's warm touch. His palms were full of glorious heat, that seemed to penetrate her deeper than skin. It slowly trailed up, warming every inch of her calves and knees before they spread over her thighs.

She held her breath as he reached the top, her core tingling. Her gown still protected her modesty, pooled around Thor's wrists as his hands found her hips under the gown.

His advance stopped.

Then his patience snapped and his hands withdrew to flip the skirt of Imogen's gown over her torso, baring her lower half to him nakedly.

He gave her no time to be nervous; his hands closed in firmly on her hips again and he jerked her body close, forcing her legs apart with his head. He sank out of her view. Her sex tickled as the roughness of Thor's beard brushed it, and her hands clenched in the bed sheets.

He wasn't going to do to her what she'd done to him, was he? Her mind flittered with panic, body freezing. Was that what she wanted? She wasn't sure.

Thor's possessive hold on her hips reminded her she might not have a choice.

"Thor." Her tone sounded begging and afraid, but even she wasn't sure what was behind it. Her body stayed clenched and tense as he looked up. "Stop."

She could feel her eyes were gleaming, but she didn't care, casting her precious pride aside for a second. Did she want him to lick and suck at her as she had done him? Something about the thought terrified her, though she couldn't explain why. Maybe it was because she just couldn't imagine how something as powerful as Thor could be gentle enough on her most intimate place to cause her anything but pain.

The god must have read her anxieties through her orbs, her body language full of unease. His hungry gaze softened and he levelled his face with hers, kissing her lips softly.

"Don't be afraid." He soothed, hand stroking through her hair. "I will be gentle, I promise. You have served me, and now it is my turn to cherish you." Imogen's soul melted but her chest still rose and fell with troubled breaths. Thor kissed her again. "I want to love you Imogen. In every way."

Imogen's hands fisted in his hair as he kissed her, her heart hammering. She screwed her eyes shut and kept them like that even as their lips parted, holding his head close by his hair; she nodded.

She could feel herself trembling as he kissed her mouth in that firm way that told her he was going on. She gulped as his hands moved up.

Even she could not explain her nervousness. This tenderness terrified her. She'd let the god take her in the most natural of ways, but when he treated her with such unconditional gentleness…

She was not used to being loved, Thor understood as his grasped the skirt at her waist and peeled it gently over her head, taking the rest of the gown with it. He took observant note of how Imogen squirmed, arms crossing to hide her chest. Thor merely smiled and eased them to her sides. Imogen, with her brash personality, didn't know how to go gentle. Thor grinned; he would love to show her.

He reattached his lips to her at her jaw and started his descent, trailing down her neck, kissing her collar bone. His hands cupped her breasts. Her body rolled gently, and Thor couldn't tell if it was to urge him on or push him away. He stayed put regardless.

His fingers moved to the side of her chest as his mouth took over. His tongue swirled around the sensitive nub of her pert left breast, letting his teeth graze it. Imogen gasped and her body lifted off the bed. Her nipple pebbled in his mouth. He kissed across her chest to the other side, paying it the same attention while his palm kneaded the one he'd just puckered.

Thor doubted she even noticed her legs fasten themselves around his hips.

He really was absorbed in her, marvelled by the perfect shape of her body; she had nothing to be ashamed about.

He let his mouth reluctantly leave her breasts, knowing he could suckle on them forever if she would let him. A noticeable groan from Imogen dipped her ribcage.

Thor fought the grin that was on his face as his mouth moved down to the ridge of her bottom few ribs, elevating her torso before her smooth taunt stomach dipped. He kissed along the sensitive bones of her body, swirling in the centre with his tongue.

Then he slid his warm organ down in a smooth crisp line down her body, down from the firmness of bone to the soft skin of her belly. She tasted hot and sweet, like sugar. The natural taste of her both amazed and intoxicated the god. Her body jerked when he got down to her bellybutton, dipping into the hole and making her squirm. A high pitched squeak left her lips.

He could feel her hip bones against his chin as he eased away and subtly lower, pausing to look up at her face: her eyes were screwed shut, lips parted to lend passage to the gasps and moans he teased from her so relentlessly. He grinned shamelessly.

Her breath started to settle at the small moment of relieve Thor gave her as he watched, and her fists loosened in the sheets. Her bod relaxed in a slump.

Poor Imogen, he thought, mischievous thoughts creeping into his head enticingly. If she thinks this is over…

He let his own thoughts excite him, driving him on again. When had he gotten hard again? He hadn't noticed. All he noticed was the impatient clench of his gut, longing to bury himself in her firm, soft, womanly body. He held himself back, the knowledge that Imogen must be experiencing a similar torment giving him the strength to resist his own animalistic instincts.

His hands firmed at her hips so she could not escape. Then his mouth closed over her again before she could brace herself.

"Oh my gods!"

It came out as a scream as Thor closed his mouth around the pebble that hovered over her sex, not doing anything, just smothering her clit with his hot mouth. The sound was ripped from her. Torn from her arching body as her hands grasped and reached for him, fingertips clenching in his hair. She squirmed and twisted, and Thor loved every minute of it.

Her nether regions felt on fire as Thor pressed his tongue into her clit, the pressure simply lighting her blood. It was incredible. Sweet gods – it was incredible! How could he do this to her?!

Her fingers lost themselves in his locks, the thought of losing him now simply heart-breaking. She wasn't sure her body could take it.

Her legs parted eagerly wider, and Thor changed his tactics. His tongue flicked. It licked and twirled, then smothered down and brought a cascade of pleasure with it. Imogen just moaned incoherently, basking in the heat of his tongue, the levels he was soaring her to. Her eyes swam; her head felt so dizzy, blood pounding in her ears, but no way did she want to stop! Her hips swayed, easing forward urgently against his face.

How much more of this could she take? Her body felt like it was being illuminated with joy, yet at the same time it felt tense and unbearable. She felt like crying she craved her release so much.

She screwed her eyes shut and let the feel of Thor's talented tongue on her clit consume her, the heat between her legs just awesomely powerful...

Then he left her.

Imogen groaned, with a whining dry sob, her hands clawing in his hair, practically begging him to continue as his head lifted and the fire started to simmer between her thighs; his mouth stayed poised over her skin, but his tongue was off on a new adventure. It trailed lower, until it brushed the top of the opening of her sex.

Thor paused, savouring the moment. He could taste how wet she was, how her juices ached for him and his eyes fluttered shut for a moment, basking in it.

He'd done this; her body wept for him. It took everything he had not to simply take her now as she was, her body so open and inviting, his groin twitching in anticipation… but he wanted to ravish her, and by gods, that was what he was resolved to do.

His mouth left her body entirely, but he gave Imogen no time to mourn its loss as his tongue trailed and firm solid path from the bottom of her sex to the top of her clit, lapping up her essence. He felt her inner thighs twitch for him, a grunting moan leaving her body. It sounded so raw, so needy.

Thor's inner animal roared for it and his most basic, primal instincts consumed him. His hands gripped her hips like a vice, giving her mere milliseconds of warning before he dove his face between her legs and plunged his tongue into her core. A cracked moan, broken with ecstasy was torn from her lips. Imogen's hips lifted off the bed, grinding into his face so desperately from what he'd done before. Thor knew he'd left her craving, but he also knew she'd only burn for him all the more as he ran his tongue within her walls.

Her muscles twitched, aching for release. A part of Thor felt guilty for tormenting her so, swirling his tongue within her body and lavishing the way she writhed and groaned, but he couldn't fight the pride that dominated him. The fact he could control her like this simply kicked his ego up by miles! His tongue stretched deeper inside her.

Her hands clenched almost painfully tight in his hair but Thor bore it and only held her hips firmer. Her body was spasming almost out of control (certainly long out of hers!) but Thor pinned her down with his strong hands, subjecting her to the wondering torment of his tongue.

Imogen's blood sang and a lust dazed smile spread on her lips through her moans. Her eyes were long shut, completely surrendered as the god effortlessly brought her closer to her edge. Thor's controlling grip on her hips only drove her further, loving how he demonstrated his power and strength, so utterly hers to love as they wantingly destroyed her.

Her heart sped up manically, the cries ripped from her throat getting more frequent and higher in pitch. Gods, she was so close. The familiar throbbing of her nether regions told her her end wouldn't be far away. Her hips struggled madly with Thor's hands but he never relented, her back arching, her fists forcing his head to stay down as stars started to flash behind her eyes...

It wasn't enough.

Thor pulled out his tongue from inside her, hovering in front of the warmth of her sex. His eyes closed as a strange peace took over him though his brow stayed lowered in a frown. Perhaps he was instinctively preparing for the onslaught. It inevitably came: Imogen practically screamed at him, irritation starting to creep through as his tongue released her a second time.

It wasn't enough, the god thought disappointedly in his head as Imogen's body slumped back on the bed defeated, devastated that she'd been denied her release whilst at the peak of her pleasure. While satisfying, it wasn't enough for him. His tongue couldn't reach the depths he wanted to go.

Imogen lay back on the bed and her fingers freed his golden locks, moving to run through her own dark ones in despair. Vicious words cursed him and Thor could feel her legs trying to close, trying to ease the burning that he wouldn't let be satisfied. She was practically weeping in her anguish.

Thor understood, teeth bearing in his own impatience as his eyes opened in a glare. He was just as frustrated as she was; though he loved touching her, tasting her, driving her crazy, he wanted to see her face twist with orgasm, to see her eyes glaze as wave after wave of pleasure rendered her senseless from what he'd done … and what he was doing simply wasn't enough for him to be content with. He craved for her so badly he could hardly contain himself, this restlessness undoing the sanity of his mind.

His hand relinquished its grip on her hips and he moved his body up hers to pin her down with instead. New, inspiring thoughts ran through his mind. His lips hovered conveniently over her breasts and he settled his mouth there, kissing in the valley.

He could sense Imogen jerk her head up to glare at him, feeling her penetrating violet eyes. A lustful grin stretched mischievously between her breasts.

The gasp Thor drew from her was delicious as he fluttered his fingers against her sex and clit, feeling her clench for him eagerly. Her hips shot upwards despite Thor's hand there and her wetness touched his fingers. Then Thor knew he'd lost himself; he couldn't hold himself back. He managed to resist for barely a second, pressing a fingertip against the weeping opening of her body before his will snapped and he plunged the digit into her core.

Her cry echoed gloriously in Thor's ears, feeling the muscles within her rearrange to massage his finger greedily.

Sharp digs caught his attention and he became aware of Imogen's nails clawing into his shoulder blades, urging him on. Thor's chin came to rest on her skin as her body arched from the bed at the penetration, but he refused to let her move any higher than he would allow of her.

He just loved dominating her. Such a strong personality, contorted at the will of his thumb so deliciously that it made his mouth water, licking his lips in sheer desire… perhaps it made him an animal, but with Imogen, Thor just relished in it.

How could he not when he saw on Imogen's face just what he was doing to her?

Her head leaned back into the sheets, hair tangling as her eyes rolled shut in bliss. The coolness of Thor's grin bore teeth sparked her chest to life, breasts suddenly cold and aching in the air.

But they were second in her list of priorities. Her hips rolled against Thor's hand, his finger painfully still inside her. She wanted him to move. She wanted that glorious friction, delving deeper. The sighs left her body so fast she was almost hyperventilating.

Then her frustrations grew again as his fingers seemed to slip slowly further from her core. Her hands gripped at his shoulder blades insistently. Whatever message she hoped to get across, she got even better as Thor started to skilfully wedge a second finger into her opening. Her complaints died in her throat.

His battle worn fingers were rough, sparking her senses to his every touch as the two entered her body, stretching her in wonderful ways. As with everything, Thor was bigger than average men, and his fingers were no exception.

Her walls strained as they worked to accommodate him, muscles clenching and stretching in ways he could so clearly feel inside her. He waited patiently for her to adjust, moving up to kiss her collar bone.

Imogen had other ideas for him; her hands clawed at his shoulders and Thor took the hint, rising his body up hers until his lips were kissing the juncture of her jaw. Her arms wrapped around him, hugging him close as her mouth gasped beside his ear. His fingers squirmed inside her, making her whimper, but they stayed agonizingly close to her entrance.

Her fingernails dug into his skin, a frustrated snarl curling her lip. That was it; he would just tease her into next century if she let him. Time to take matters into her own hands.

She breathed heavily onto his ear. "Deeper."

The god obliged willingly.

His fingers dug sharply up, drawing a wretched cry from Imogen as he filled her so deeply inside. Her core flexed, squeezing around his fingers lovingly as he gave her the pleasure she wanted.

The fire was back.

Coherent thought was lost from her as Thor's fingers pulled back, only to slam deep into her as before, tearing screams and cries from her lungs.

Her pounding heart tattooed its way onto her ribcage as her passion swelled again, eyelashes fluttering down on her cheeks in growing euphoria. Her hips scrolled to meet his fingers thrust for thrust, pulling him deeper every time, her inner muscles milking him of his digits.

Gasps and moans, high pitched but fuelled with absolute lust and passion simply rained from her lips, her limbs numbing as the pleasure spread like an infection. Her core was on fire. She clenched needily, listening to her own pleading moans, letting the God of Thunder shred her willingly. Her fingers found his hair again as his lips ravished the side of her neck, clinging to him for dear life as he soared her mind to new heights.

Thor tried to restrain his hips, but it was fruitless. One knee was between Imogen's legs, his aching need grinding against her thigh as his fingers hit the back walls of her core, finding the spot that melted her.

Her inner muscles clenched, spasming around her as he pounded repetitively into that one spot, her screams getting louder and wilder with every hit.

Seconds, and she would be his.

Thor pushed himself up on his arm, Imogen's hand clinging to the stark, bulging muscle of his bicep. His lust darkened, crazed eyes stared down possessively at her contorting face.

This was what he'd been waiting for. His fingers worked madly inside her, feeling her muscles grip his digits tighter than before. She was so close. Her cries became more like whimpers and Thor could hear words tumbling from her lips that she probably wasn't even aware of saying. She was so tight around him, and Thor knew he must be filling her deliciously well.

He pounded his fingers harder, faster, reaching new depths within her that he could feel so clearly he felt like he was the most powerful thing in existence. His lips parted in a sigh, her own sheer passion making him lose his mind.

Teeth replaced his lips on her neck. He groaned into her skin as Imogen's body pummelled him from a thousand different directions. Her nails clawed, her lips moaned, her core clenched, stronger and stronger, more powerfully convulsing until –

Thor bit down hard.

Imogen climaxed with a whimper that was so vulnerable sounding it tore Thor's heart and tightened his crotch. Her body froze, suspended in ecstasy though her inner body worked furiously; heart pounding, muscles gripping his fingers so tightly Thor was forced into stillness if not of his own accord!

His eyes closed and he relaxed his teeth from her neck, tongue trailing over the indented marks he'd left behind. His heart gleamed with primitive pride.

Imogen's hands loosened in his hair and shoulder, her whole body falling limp as her orgasm subsided, soul falling from colossal heights.

When the god had collected his thoughts enough to do so he slowly eased his fingers back out of her, leaving Imogen with a strange emptiness without his presence. His fingers were sticky with her juices.

He lifted his hand to his face, frowning with curiosity at the moisture that slicked his fingers. Even when he scissored his digits apart the substance stretched and stick. Thor didn't think he'd ever seen anything so congealing before, the milky white substance just mystifying. The musky scent of sex hit his nostrils and his instincts started to flare – his tongue twitched in his mouth.

Small, weak fingers closed around his, gluing them together with Imogen's juices and Thor's gaze travelled down to Imogen's. She looked exhausted, and Thor knew with one look on her face – even if he hadn't felt it through her himself – that he'd just given her one intense orgasm. Had she ever came that hard?, he wondered. Certainly not with him. She was always spectacular of course, but he'd set himself a new personal record it seemed.

A cocky grin started to spread on his face as Imogen moved Thor's hand away with hers, crashing them to the sheets beside them. Then nothing stood in the way of her sparkling violet orbs, half lidded in exertion. Her spare hand cupped his face, brushing stray strands of his blond hair away tenderly and he bowed his head, pressing a sweet kiss to her parted lips.

"Mmm." She moaned, head lolling to the side sleepily as he released her. "I love you."

Thor's heart froze in his chest.

Had he just heard her right? Had those words really just left her mouth? The words he'd been dreaming of hearing from her for so long. That she… he couldn't even think the word, gulping down the anxious lump in his throat.

Imogen's eyes snapped open wide as she realized what she'd said.