Hey guys! I hope you are enjoying this story as much as I am writing it! This chapter will be a flash back, on how these two met! Trigger warning, this will have quite a bit of sexual content, and adult language. Feel free to skip to the next chapter when it is up!
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The big day has finally arrived for Corine. The day she was finally free of a terrible, mistake of a marriage. The proctor had sat in the courthouse from the early hours of the morning, up until late afternoon. The divorce was final, and now, she could celebrate. Not knowing what trouble, she would cross paths with that evening. A black, strapless cocktail dress that hugged her body perfectly, and her favorite pair of black, studded Louboutin heels. That night, she and her group of friends had made stops at nearly half of the bars in Manhattan. Drinking, laughing, celebrating the night away. When it came close to two o'clock in the morning, Corine had departed from her group of friends. Originally, she had found herself a cab, that would take her straight home. Already incredibly inebriated, yet holding herself up very well, her eyes caught a glimpse of a hole in the wall bar, on the side. "Sir, stop right here!" She quickly made her way out of the cab, she slipped the driver his money, before striding inside of the bar. Inside, hardly anyone. Corine slowly made her way up, settling herself down in a bar stool. "French 75, keep them coming, would you?" She smiled, sliding her credit card. An hour went by, and she's already downed three cocktails. She had been the only person inside of the bar, along with the two bartenders. She jumped when she felt a hand gently place itself on her back. She quickly looked up, to find a stranger, with raven hair standing behind her. "Whiskey sour, and... whatever the lady has had before. Place it on my tab, will you?"
Corine's brow perked, slightly turning in her seat. Her legs crossed in a lady like fashion, with her hands placed in her lap. "Whiskey Sour? Must be a novice drinker?" The gentleman rose a brow, "I beg your pardon?" Corine smirked, "Novice drinker? It's said that if you are seen drinking whiskey sours, chances are, you usually don't drink alcohol." He smiled, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Very interesting observation. What about your choice of concoction? What does it say about you?" Corine grinned as she reached over for the freshly made drink, before taking a sip. "A declaration to have a wonderful evening. No matter the circumstances." Taking a sip of his own drink, a smirk quickly painted across his face, "I'll cheers to that statement. What do they call you, pet?" Corine perked a brow, "Certainly not pet. Corine. Corine McGraw." Her English accent caused her words to roll off her tongue so eloquently, sending chill bumps up and down his arms. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Corine. I'm Loki." Her brow perked, "rather interesting name, Loki." He smiled, taking yet another swig at his drink, "You could say that."
The two had been talking for well over an hour. Her profession, the divorce, his 'family business', amongst a bit of small talk. They both had gone through several cocktails, yet, he seemed completely sober. Cool, calm, collected. Corine, she held herself up rather well. She had been known to make herself seem as if she's sober, when in fact, she could fall into the floor at any given moment. Corine, downing her drink, turned to see what time it was. The clock on the opposite side of the bar was blinked 4:30 am. Her eyes widened. "I...hate to break this little affair up, but I'm afraid I must get back to my flat." As she began standing up, she nearly took a tumble. Had it not been for his quick moves, catching her, she would have ended up face down into the floor. "Alright, alright. Perhaps I shall walk you home." Loki quickly tossed a few hundred dollar bills he had grabbed out of his pocket of his leather trousers, "Keep the remains, no change necessary. Have to get the wife home," he chuckled nervously. Still holding onto the inebriated woman, he quickly reached over for her handbag, before escorting her out. She grinned a drunken grin, her grip tightened against the leather he had been wearing, "Broadway sure knows how to cast rather good-looking characters!"
She quickly pulled away from him, stumbling towards the edge of the pavement. Her arm extended out, hailing down a cab. Once the taxi stopped, he turned on her heel, smiling a rather bright smile towards him. "Come back with me? Have another drink?" Loki, perked a brow. His eyes avert around the surrounding area, before he joined her inside of the cab. It didn't take but a minute, a mere glance at each other, and these two had quickly attacked each other's lips, impulsively. His fingers entangled on her auburn locks, while hers were tugging at the leather vest he had been wearing, to draw him in closer. His grip tightened within her tresses, causing a hushed moan to slip out from her lips. His free hand gripping her right thigh. His tongue slithering it way into her mouth, both trying to fight for dominance. He won. Loki broke are from the kiss slowly, giving them a second to take a breath. His lips still close enough to brush against hers. It wasn't long before he leaned in, claiming her lips once more. Corine's hands moving to the back of his head, running her slender fingers through his hair. While his hand trails from her thigh to her heat painfully slow. Licking her lips for permission, she opens and they began to fight for dominance once more. His hand slipping underneath her shirt dress, and presses a finger along her slit, earning a soft moan. Loki quickly broke away from the kiss, as he leaned in to look at the window, "I do believe we have made it home, my dear. Shall we resume inside?" Corine, grinning, she slipped out of the cab, leaning in to the driver's side to hand the driver a few bills. Loki's arm wrapped around her waist, she they both made their way into the building. His eyes beamed a bright green hue at the Doorman, causing the man to jump nearly a few feet into the air.
The two patiently waited on the elevator, fingers interlaced with each other's. Finally, the double doors slid opened. He, allowing her first to slip inside before following, he waited for the doors to shut, before pressing the emergency button, to cause the elevator to cease all movements. Loki shove Corine against the wall, his lips once again claiming hers, drawing her in for a fiery, passionate kiss. His hands shot down her body and clamped on to her rear end. Corine's moans muffled against his lips. His hands now sliding down the back of her dress, fiddling with the zipper that held it all together. "Wait..." she gasped. His forehead resting against hers, his breathing heavy, "I can stop if you wish," he whispered, his hoarse raspy from the lack of breathing. She smiled, pressing the sixth-floor button, as the elevator began to move up. "I'm not one for public fornication..."
Once the two reached the sixth floor, the doors opened up slowly. The two quickly made their way across the hall, to unlock the doors. Now, she was the one making the moves. Corine quickly shoved him against the door, her fingers running through his hair, while his finally gripped onto the zipper of her dress, tearing it apart. Casting aside the remains of her dress, he lifted her up into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist. Their lips didn't break apart for a split second, as carried her off into her bedroom, practically tossing her onto the mattress. Loki quickly tossed the leather vest he had been wearing aside, along with the black tunic he had underneath his elaborate, emerald leather. He crawled up onto of her, his knee sliding between her thighs, spreading her legs a bit. His lips began leaving a hot, wet trail of kisses, from her jawline, down to her neck. Biting down on the soft flesh of her throat, causing yet another moan to escape from her lips. His lips began to trail down more, to her collarbone, before reaching her bust. While one was being clasped by a heavy hand, the other, his teeth sunk into, leaving small purple marks, as if he were marking her as his own. She was aching for him at this point, her back arching with every bite or kiss he made. Her body trembling beneath him, caused a wicked grin to form across his lips, "You are so incredibly receptive to my touch, pet." Loki runs his right hand along her inner thighs, Loki took her lips with bruising force. Her hands disappeared into his mane of dark hair as she returned his kiss as well as she could. Her body responded to his instinctively, arching against him at the first, hot wet contact of his tongue invading her mouth. His lips slowly began trailing back down to her bust, kissing, sucking, biting, and soothing with his tongue wherever he so desired of her exposed flesh. Her back arching, and yet another moan slipped out. This time, a bit louder. "Tell me, Pet, how bad do you really want this," he growled softly into her ear. "Convince me..."
Her hands fumbling with the fastenings of his trousers, he chuckled. His hands guiding her to help, before he stood himself back up, removing them. He slowly crawled back up on top of her, teasing her entrance with his length, a heavy hand pinning down both of her above her head. He leaned in slowly, "Are you sure...you want this?" She nodded slowly, deep blue hues pleadingly looking into his. "As you wish," he growled lowly, thrusting rather roughly into her. Loki closing his eyes briefly as he filled her up. He paused for a moment, licking his lips before slowly pulling back out and sliding in once more. "By the gods," he moaned softly.
He increased his pace gradually. Moving in and out slowly to start, before pumping himself in and out at a frenzied pace. His hand tightened its grip onto both of hers. Corine business her face into the crook of his neck, attempting to hold back any screams. Her hips bucking up wildly, mimicking every move he would make. There was no doubt the alcohol didn't have anything to do with his performance tonight. His heavy hands gripped her hands even tighter as he filled her core, fast and hard. His breath was hot along her neck, his voice dark velvet in her ear, "You're mine, Pet. Don't you fucking forget it..."
After a few moments, the Loki lifted her up, leaning her over the bed. Loki groaned, as he slipped himself back inside of her slick entrance. He groaned as her tightness gripped his shaft. His movements being very slow at first, after a few moments, his pace began to quicken. Coding gripped the bedding tighter with clenched fists. She bit her lip so tightly against a shrill scream of pleasure, until she could taste a bit of blood. Loki leaned in slowly, "Say my name, pet," A hand striking her rear end, causing yet another loud moan to escape. "Loki..." she uttered, panting and still clawing at the bedding, as it began to tear. One of his hands came back up to wrap a few locks of curls around his hand, before tugging on it. She finally leaned her head back against his chest and moaned. His breath was hot along her neck, once again growling her ear. "Say it again. Say my fucking name. Scream it." "Loki! I am so close," Corine cried out, her nails raking at the bedding. "Not until I say so, he hissed. He reached around between her thighs and rubbed insistently at her already slick, sensitive nub. His soft moans filled her ear, sending chill bumps up and down her arms. A few more rough strokes of his length inside her, His release spilled within her, proceeded by her own. Heavy breathing, the two of them collapsed side by side in the bed. Her hands reached down, pulling the torn bedding upwards, to cover their lower halves of their bodies. Loki, now found lying on his back, sweat droplets running down the side of his face, "My, my...what am I going to do with you...Corine." She grinned, scooting in a bit closer to him. One leg draped over his, while her head rests on his bare chest. Tangled, auburn tresses splayed against his chest, before her eyes became heavy, sending her off into a deep sleep.