Chapter 13
Sigyn
After three more days to retrospect. I know my truth, but I’m having issues focusing on it because I don’t feel well. I’ve been running hot for a day and a half. I can’t shake it. I’ve gotten some fresh air, drunk only cold beverages, and stood in a cool shower yet nothing works for me. I check my temperature and I’m the proper heat for a human, but I feel like I’m burning from within. In addition, my unreasonable horniness has tripled since Loki disappeared, but I still cannot find relief.
I took a leave from my job when Loki left and haven’t yet returned because I’m not functional. My brain is all sex all day worse than anything I’ve ever known in either life. And the only sex my body craves is from my absent husband. I may have been a goddess, but I do not know how to diagnose the human condition. Loki had one-hundred years to get a handle on the new reality. But I fear it’s whatever he was about to tell me. He knew something was coming.
Feeling faint I fall into bed with hopes of sleeping it off. I can’t get comfortable. I’ve tossed and turned for the last half hour. My cover is on the floor and I’ve stripped off my clothes but there’s no solution. I feel more feverish. A light sheen of sweat covers my body even with the air conditioning blasting. I miss Loki. Knowing the past doesn’t change anything for me. My heart and soul still choose him. I love him just as much as I did the day we married.
I run my hands along my body. It feels like I’m sick with desire. My longing consumes me, pulling me into a place of sexless despair. Clawing at my skin, I consider breaking it in hopes that it will release me. Masturbation won’t give me relief, every time I’ve tried before, it only adds fuel to the lust burning me from within. My eyes pop open when my thigh burns hotter than the rest of me. Loki’s symbol is glowing on its own. It’s never happened before.
“I told you I’d feel the difference,” He whispers from next to me.
“What?” His sudden appearances stopped surprising me, but I am momentarily thrown because I haven’t seen him in almost a month, and I’ve been summoned to his bed.
Fuck, he’s beautiful.I want to weep with relief, but I need to gain some sort of control over my malfunctioning body.
“Your heart called me. Your body needs me,” he explains as he trails his fingers down the center of my chest, avoiding my breasts.
That simple touch throws my senses into overdrive. I bite my lip on the verge of cuming. I don’t mind begging. Pride has no place here.
“Please,” I beg as his lips ghost over mine.
“Tell me what I want to hear.” His command is soft but firm.
“I love you, Loki,”Iconfess in our language.“I’ve missed you so much.”
His smile wrecks my insides. “Same,” he responds while looking like pure lust.
I arch when his big body covers mine, holding me into place. My legs spread to accommodate him. Loki’s lips trailing along my neck throws me into a frenzy. I buck my hips to hurry him along but he’s in no rush. He stares down at me as he’s pressed where I need him. My emotions are raw and exposed. I don’t know how to control them. It’s like my body has been thrown into chaos and only Loki can save me.
Tears streak my face. “Please don’t deny me again, my love,” I whimper.
I convulse when he enters me. I feel him bone deep. Already, the experience is far more enhanced than the last. Loki forces my eyes to gaze into his as he continues to feed my fever. I couldn’t look away if I wanted, he’s taken my will. He rocks into me with a force that makes the room shake. Each blow is a breath-stealing as the last. He doesn’t give me time to recover. Loki just fucks me savagely until I wonder if it’s too much for the baby.
It’s not
His reassurance eases my concern and pulls me fully into the moment. He’s so breathtaking to watch with his fiery hair and skin glowing with lust. His massive chest feels like stone against my hands. I want to see it all. I want to watch.
He’s in my mind again because the ceiling and the walls turn into huge mirrors. I can see everything. It’s so damn hot.
“Loki,” I cry out now that I’m able to speak.
My nails dig into him as the second orgasm crests.
“Yes,” he growls. “Scratch me. Harder. Deeper. Rip me apart and make me bleed.”
His eyes roll back when I cum. A flicker of light draws my attention to the mirrored ceiling. His tattoo flickers between green and gold. I grunt when he bites my neck and my nails sink into his skin.
I let go of all inhibitions. If anyone can take it, it’s him. He moans when my nails slice him. His blood is a stark contrast to his skin. Loki locks eyes with me as he slows his pace and grinds into me. The slower strokes are somehow more intense. He sucks one of my fingers into his mouth not caring about his blood.
“You’re mine forever,” he declares then seals it with a kiss.
I expect a metallic taste since some of his blood is on his lips but it’s sweet. It’s something delicious beyond my human taste buds’ comprehension and I suck on his lips like I’d die if I don’t get another taste.
I stop kissing him to scream. It feels like fire is working through my veins.
Don’t fight it, wife.
