She is temptation perfected. Her creamy skin is laid bare to me, begging for my touch, for my tongue. I lock my muscles in place as her eyes slide slowly down over my body. It has been a very long time since anyone has seen me, since I have wanted anyone to. And for years, when I did have sex with someone, it was a quick fuck, just the act, no connection. I look at her and realize it has probably been since before she was born. As I realize that, I understand. She had been born; her thread has been attached to mine since the moment she was conceived, winding more and more around mine as she grew.

My soul knew she was somewhere waiting for me. I play over the last twenty-three years, for fucks sake, twenty-three years. That’s it. I’ve been alive for thousands. What am I doing? A small sound rips me from my musings, and I focus on her once more. Her eyes are wide, filled with hunger, and locked onto my cock. It bobs slightly as a spear of lust lances through me.

She starts to move her eyes back up, but they pause at the tattoos covering my chest and then they lock onto mine. Her voice is smoky when she calls me to her like a siren, and I can do nothing but obey. Crawling up, I reach her feet and slide my hands over the silky skin of her calves before pushing her legs open, revealing her to me. She lets her knees fall wide, no hint of embarrassment. Her core glistens with moisture, the hair trimmed short and hiding nothing from my eyes. The lips are dark, but I see the hint of pink beyond just waiting for my tongue. Rolling my eyes up to her face, I let her see my need, and her breath quickens. Dipping my head, I drag my tongue over the skin of her inner thigh, moving higher and higher until I reach the tendon at the junction of her hip. I bite the soft flesh there, and the gasping moan that fills the air has me fighting for control. I watch her as she rises up on her elbows, gaze locked on my face. She likes to watch, and I fight for control at that realization. Narrowing my eyes slightly, I turn my face to the prize and blow a warm breath over her. I can smell her need; it is a heady mixture of patchouli and sunlight, and I hunger for it.

I pause just long enough, and she shift her hips subtly, unconsciously. Then as I watch her watching me, I slide my tongue over her, a long glide from bottom to top. Her nostrils flare as she breathes faster. Gods the taste of her, like nothing else in all my thousands of years. It is a drug, and in one hit, I’m an addict.

Time for teasing is over, as my very tenuous hold on my control snaps. I growl, and it vibrates over her, through her. “OH!” Her heated gasp is the last thing I hear before the roaring in my ears becomes deafening. I glance at her once more before falling on her pussy like a wild beast. I devour her. Licking. Biting. Slow. Fast. Hard. Soft. I give her no chance to catch her breath as I push her. Seconds turn to minutes as I feast. My dick aches with the need to be buried in her, but I want to drink her release. Plunging my tongue in her, I curl it before dragging it back out and moving back up to the swollen nub.

My hands press at her thighs as her body begins to tighten, her pants coming faster, sounds of pleasure breaking from her throat. I can hear my name, but it sounds like it is from a distance as I focus my attention on that bundle of nerves. I suck it, lick it, and bite at it over and over, giving her no reprieve until I feel her begin to shake and shudder. Her scream echoes off the rocks, and as I lap at the flood of moisture dripping from her, I look up her body at her. Her head has fallen back, chest heaving, dusty pink nipples are hard and calling for my attention, and her fingers are curved, clutching at the covers.

Still, I lap at her, relishing the slight flinching each time I pull my tongue over her very sensitive nub. “Loki.” My name is both a plea and a curse. I start to rise, but one last lick over the swollen flesh has her eyes falling closed, and I smile.

“I’m going to make it so my touch is the only one you will ever need and my body is the only one you will ever crave. I’m going to kiss you until mine is the only name you will ever taste.”

She stares at my lips coated with her juices for a moment before shoving up, her hands grasping at me, pulling me to her. “Oh God, yes!” Her words are a hungry whisper as her lips crash into mine. It is my turn to be devoured, and I let her. Opening when she licks along the seam of my lips, I thrust my tongue into the heat of her mouth. She sucks at it, nails digging into me, dragging me closer still.

Hardened nipples rub against my chest, and I bring my hand up, cupping the back of her head, forcing her still, and deepen the kiss. I finally break away and look down at her heaving chest. Small, pert breasts wait for my attention, so I force her back down on display while I run my fingers down her neck and over her chest, circling the flushed mound of flesh not once but twice before cupping it in my palm. It fills my hand perfectly as I begin to squeeze it. Leaning down over her, I bring my mouth to the other one, licking at the underside before moving to the nipple.

Her back arches as I flick her nipple with my tongue. I blow on it, causing it to tighten more before drawing it into my mouth. I suck and bite, her moans tell me what she likes -- not too hard but just enough pressure. Rolling the other hard peak between my fingers as I work the one in my mouth, I don’t let her catch her breath. Sliding my knee forward, I put pressure at her core, and her hips rotate, searching for relief.

Letting the nipple go, I sit back and stare down at her flushed body. “Loki. Now. Inside me now.” Her hips rotate again, and I hold back a smile at the tiny woman ordering a God. If she only knew this God would do anything for her. I hook my hands behind her knees, pulling her legs up over my hips, and she uses her heels to urge me forward.

“Patience, Cora. I have waited a long time for this. I plan to savor it.” I hold her hips still.

“Savor later. Fuck me now.” I see red for a moment as her words shatter my control once more. Positioning myself at her entrance, I pause, locking my eyes with hers.

“Watch me.” She nods slowly, and I push inside her, inch by tight fucking inch, stretching her. “Relax,” I grit out as her body clutches at me. Finally, I am fully seated and I stay still deep within her, letting her get used to me. Her muscles flex around me, drawing a low moan from my throat.

“Move!” Bossy woman, but I do as she demands. Drawing out slowly until only the tip is still in, I smile at her as my fingers dig into her hip, holding her still. A second goes by, then another and her eyes narrow. I slam into her. “Yes! More. Harder.”

“Your wish is my command.” I give her what she wants.