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Chapter 11

As I woke up I started remembering last night, and it made me happy. We went quite a few more times during the night. But the more I started to wake up the more I could feel the pain.

Loki was relentless, he had so much stamina it was completely unbelievable. It seemed like every 10 minutes he was rock solid and ready to go.

I rolled over onto my back and inhaled sharply as I did. Pain wracked my abdomen and my back, as well as my legs and arms. He'd marked all over my thighs and abdomen, but I'd also basically destroyed his back by the end of the night.

"Morning."
The husky and sleepy voice of Loki sent a shiver down my spine.

I turned my head to him and he was laid on his side, propped up by his arm.

"How long have you been awake?"

"Long enough."
A small smirk crept up on his face.

"Do you ever not smirk?"
I lightly laughed and slowly turned over to face him properly.

"It's part of my charm."
He playfully grinned.

I really enjoyed this side of Loki. It seems that the morning after he's not as guarded as he usually is.

"You really are a god, aren't you?"
I laughed as I slowly tried to sit up.

"I am indeed."
He cheekily grinned and just watched me move.
It didn't take long for his grin to fade and the hungry look to return as his eyes scanned the visible parts of my body.

"Keep up with that look and you'll make me think you want to eat me."

"Only if you ask nicely."
He didn't skip a beat as he looked up and gave me a dark, sexy smirk.

"Very funny Loki, but I'm far too sore for that."

"Not surprised, I am a god after all."
The cockiness was dripping from his words as he turned onto his back and sighed happily.

"How's your back?"
I asked, somewhat nervous that I'd actually hurt him.

"Burning perfectly Darling."
He sounded so satisfied and pleased with himself.

"What was that... thing you were doing last night? It's like you were sending gentle vibrations across my skin with your touch."

He chuckled.
"That my Darling is called Seidhr, it's magic."

"What were you doing with it?"

"Communicating my desire."
He said rather bluntly.
"I saw your reaction the first time I tried, so I thought I'd try it more intimately and it worked."

The cheeky grin across his face made me giggle.
"It appears you seduced me."

He raised an eyebrow at me.
"Says the seducer."

"Touché"

He turned back over onto this side to look at me. After looking over my body for a while, he placed his hand on my thigh and gently caressed it with his thumb. The magic returned, straight at a hum.

"Y-you're doing it again..."
I stuttered, his touch was already starting to turn me on even though I was sore.

"Doing what?"
He slowly started moving his hand up my thigh, keeping a small and consistent hum as he did it.

"Your magic..."

"Oh, am I?"
I looked down at him and saw that sexy smirk plastered across his face.
"I guess I didn't realise."

He moved his hand further, until he was almost touching my sex. Then he decided to shift up the bed, keeping his hand in place as his lips found mine.