Author's notice: Hi! It's nice to have you back. This story continues in a sequel called 'Downright glorious' in this same Thor fandom.
Here's a little teaser/beginning of the first chapter, or you can to straight to the sequel.
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Warmth of his strong body and heavenly musk wrapped her into a safe little bubble where love and lust united just like the two of them, heart against heart, skin on skin, in the way Nature in her enticing wisdom had programmed them to do. She let go of control in his fervent embrace, her body and mind entwining with his, responding ever so ardently to his every single move. All it took was that mischievous twinkle in his emerald eyes and dimples conquering his cheeks, and she was all his again. He was the only man she had ever felt like this with, the only man she could have ever let his close.
"Say you belong to me."
His mere whisper was dominant, subjecting her to his will. His breaths hot on her neck as he was doing his wicked things to her and she was his willing victim. She pressed her face in his long raven hair against his neck and clutched onto him as if she'd been afraid to let go. He was so good. He was so good to her.
"I'm only yours."
She was so close to the climax and she could hear from his low groans of pleasure that he was racing to get there with her. Her arms wrapped around him and she held on him for dear life. This time she wasn't going to let him slip away.
No matter how hard she tried, the dream world fated and Emma woke up from a pool of sweat, alone in her own bed, still panting and moaning. Her body however continued from where the dream had left off and she felt her insides pulsing as if he had still been there making love to her, her sudden release forcing one more moan out of her before the reality had her fully back. She was feeling so damn hot (actually in both meanings) that she threw off her fluffy duvet and lied on the bed letting herself cool down and waiting her anxious breathing to settle.
She lied on her back and cupped her sweaty forehead with both hands, swallowing hard, lingering a moment longer in her fantasy. All it took was a tiny sparkle of mischievous smile in those emerald eyes and she was doomed, she admitted and bit her bottom lip.
"Oh Loki, what are you doing to me?" she whispered, staring up at the paneled ceiling, wishing he could have been there with her. Once he had been real to her and now all she had were these dreams...