He nipped her neck while she used her fingers to stroke the length of him. His soft skin molded to her fingers, and she soon found herself pushing his jeans down farther.
"Thor..." she whispered. "I want you."
He didn't have to be told a second time. He slid off the bed, and his boots and pants hit the floor with a clunk.
Elle took in the length of his taut, muscular body and understood why he was a god. He'd been chiseled like nothing she had ever seen. And the scars he wore attested to his accomplishments. All tanned skin and firmly cut muscles. He sported a small light trail of hair down his belly that made her want to feel its silky fibers between her fingers.
Thor crawled back up on the bed and skimmed his fingers under the edge of her leggings again, and this time he slipped them as well as her panties down her legs and threw them to the ground.
He took her in for a moment as if committing every inch of her to memory. Then, starting at her toes, he bent down and pressed a kiss into her foot. Her ankle. Her calf. Behind her knee. And up the inside of her thigh. Her core clenched as his warm breath hit her straight between her legs.
She tangled her fingers in his thick hair as he hooked his arms around her thighs and pulled her into his face.
Nervousness and embarrassment flooded her. What would Val think if she saw Elle like this? Giving in to Thor’s touch so easily. But more than that, she worried what Thor thought. Thought of her body, her scent, her touch. But every worry fled as he licked up her most sensitive area, making her hips buck. She'd never known anything could feel so amazing.
Thor stroked her with his tongue, making her body spasm and tremble. Something wound tight inside her, and then slowly his finger entered her. The sensation almost had Elle shoot off the bed. She grabbed Thor's head harder as he kissed the inside of her thigh and used his fingers to bring her unfathomable pleasure.
Everything she'd ever read or seen amongst her father's men in the castle had been nothing like that. They'd taken women from behind. Forcefully. She'd never known such pleasure was possible for a woman. Val had told her on her wedding night, she was to lie still and let Thadren do what he needed to.
But what Thor seemed to need to do... She was perfectly fine letting him.
Shivers and tingles raced through her body and up her thighs to her core. Her body wound tight, looking for something. Something higher, stronger.
Thor rose up, and she yanked his mouth to hers. She needed him. Wanted every inch of his body on hers and wanted him inside her.
She reached down and gripped him tight once more, guiding him toward her core. He broke the kiss for a moment.
"Easy," he said. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't," she said, not sounding as sure.
"Slow," said Thor.
He circled a finger around her entrance again, and then the pressure of his length rested in the same place. He bit her lip, catching her attention, and slowed his kisses, letting his tongue play with hers.
She went to reach for him again, but he pinned her hands above her head.
"Trust me," he said, before bowing his head and sucking one of her breasts into his mouth.
Elle thought she might burst from desire as Thor circled his hips against hers and slowly, infinitesimally, he pressed into her. At first, her body resisted.
“Relax. I won’t hurt you,” he promised. “And if you want me to stop-”
“No,” she breathed. “Don’t stop.”
He kissed her again, pushing against her and then withdrawing. Deeper, and then withdrawing again. Then deeper still before pulling back.
She wanted to scream at him. To grab his hips and force him fully inside her, but he held her wrists over her head and continued kissing her.
He pushed inside her, and there was a moment of resistance before pressure, and then he filled her. The sensation both thrilled and terrified her. Thor groaned and sucked in a sharp breath. He continued to kiss her, allowing her a moment to process. But the moment morphed into need. She needed him. Wanted to make love to him, not lie there and do nothing.
Elle tried to move her hips back and forth. Thor's kisses grew hungrier, and then she wasn't the only one moving. Thor drew out sensations in her body she'd never experienced. Soon, the friction between them grew, and the rhythmical lovemaking became faster and less gentle. Her body spiraled deeper and deeper.
He called her name, letting go of one of her hands to grip her hip and pull her closer. His body rolled down on her, hitting a part of her she didn’t know existed. Suddenly, something burst inside her. Body clenching, muscles tight, the greatest pleasure she had experienced slammed through her.
She fought to hang on to Thor as his movements became frenzied and he released her second hand to grab the headboard of her bed.
Elle lifted his chin and made him look at her as his body shuddered, and he called her name. Outside, lightning crackled, and thunder rolled through the sky like a thousand stampeding stallions. Every inch of him tensed, and she continued to pull his hips against hers as his face twisted in a mix of agony and ecstasy. Eventually, he collapsed on top of her. He breathed heavy, and his heartbeat pounded against hers. Then he lifted himself up on his elbows and kissed her again. Tenderly, like he was afraid he'd hurt her.
