Darkness Revealed (A Loki Love Story) Book 2 in Darkness Series

Unyielding Goddess

*This chapter contains strong, sexual content. Reader discretion is advised! Enjoy, Loki love scene lovers!

(His point of view)

The rain continues to pour down in sheets. Rolls of thunder sound off every now and again, vibrating through the palace walls. We are no longer in the gardens but are snuggled on a bed of many blankets spread across the floor just in front of her fireplace, dry and warm. There is a thin sheet spread out over our entangled legs. I have it pulled up just enough to cover her backside as she rests upon my chest. I am running my fingers through the silky texture of her dark chocolate locks, listening to the lullaby of her restful breathing. Seeing her come undone in the rain was almost too much for my heart to handle. The feeling of our soaked bodies caressing one another, the perfect combination of honey and purity as I kissed the drops from her lips. The satin feel of her delicate neck, the exquisite curve of her breasts as I allowed my tongue to trace the rivets of water trickling over their precious skin. Somehow, the rain only complimented her delectable taste all the more, making her even more irresistible. Despite the fact that it was a cool spring shower, I felt no sensations of coldness. Only the absorbing heat racing through my veins as I moved in and out, never being able to have enough. I do not understand how each and every time that we are intimately together, I fall in love with her all over again. The spell that she has cast upon me only strengthens. And I have no way of fighting it. Nor do I wish to.

I feel the soft pads of her fingers begin drawing mindless shapes over my heart. I tighten my arm around her while continuing to fondle her hair. I can feel the muscles of a smile pressing against me. I can all too easily imagine the look on her mesmeric face.

"I can feel that," I say through a grin. I feel her smile widen before she raises her head up from off of my chest.

"What?" she asks, flitting her long eyelashes at me.

"This," I reach up a hand and trace her upturned lips with my fingertips.

"Your smile. I love seeing it." I feel a subtle heat surfacing upon her cheeks as my hand cups her face. The innocent pink that floods her complexion is alluring to say the least. I cannot stop myself from tugging at her, willing her to kiss me. It is slow, full of emotion. As our tongues twirl together in a passionate dance, I allow my mind to go blank; desiring only to have every void filled up by her enrapturing touch. Her hands are lightly pressed against my chest; her fingertips leave behind tingling trails as they lightly graze over my heart. Gods....I love this woman so much.......

I feel her pulling away, so I lift my head to follow her. But she stops me from doing so by pressing her hand against me in a firm gesture. As I open my eyes, I find a devilish grin peeking through her innocent blush. Damn.....

She shifts so that her face is now hovering directly over mine, never letting her eyes avert from my own. She leans down and presses feather-light kisses to each of my cheeks, my chin, the tip of my nose. My heart is pounding at the feeling of love that these tender touches provide.

"Loki," she whispers. Her lips part against my jawline as her tongue begins tantalizing my skin. The sound of my name on her lips in that fucking, bewitching tone......I am completely powerless to stop the deepened desires that are crashing into me.

"Loki...." she moans, making her way down to the base of my throat. I tilt my head back, closing my eyes. My fingers automatically tangle themselves within her hair. She continues her torturous agenda as she licks and sucks on my neck, my shoulders, and my chest; whispering my name in between every other kiss. Each and every time she speaks, my desperate need for her only multiplies. I am overcome with such feeling. My heart is literally hurtling against my rib cage.

She finally makes her way back up to my mouth, whispering my name one last time before her tongue dives into me. But then, she lifts herself up and completely away before moving to sit right in front of me on her knees. The light of the fire encircles her sublime figure, allowing the emerald shade of her eyes to practically glow. She remains in her same position, but reaches out a hand and beckons me to sit up. As I do, she leans forward so that she is on all fours. The hint of innocence that she wore only moments ago has completely vanished. I see something else playing behind those mystical eyes.

I prop myself up on my hands and lean back as she crawls back towards me in the most exotic way I have ever witnessed. She is a goddess. An almighty, unyielding sorceress. Perfect and ripe...ready for me to pluck.

As her face finally comes to just a few short inches away from me, her eyes tear into my soul. I almost gasp at the sudden look of eroticism sketched over her features.

Holy.......hel........what is she doing to me?

"Loki, my love...." she purrs in an unusually daring tone. "I must tell you...I have never felt more comfortable in my life. You make me feel so alive....so free." Her eyes fall to my lips. What is she up to?

"I feel like I do not have to hold back. You are the only person that truly understands me." She inches in so close that I can feel her eyelashes grazing my cheek. Her lips press against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. Oh my gods....

"Loki, I was hoping that you might be willing to do something for me." She barely strokes her tongue across my earlobe. I grit my teeth, fighting back a hiss. Shit.....she is incredible.....

"Anything... "I reply, my voice laden with longing. She pulls away from me yet again. Then, she takes me by surprise by suddenly standing to her feet before reaching out a hand so as to allow me to move with her. As I do, her eyes return to their place on my lips. I know that she sees my expression of slight puzzlement because she smirks as she observes my face.

"Do you trust me?" She asks, still clinging to my hand. Where is she going with this?

I nod despite feeling bewildered. I would be a fool to deny that I am honestly beyond aroused by her sudden mysterious tone; the sly, somewhat darkening burn flickering behind those green diamonds. Whatever it is that she asks of me, I shall more than willingly provide. And judging by the now almost wild look in her eyes, I think it is safe to say that I shall never regret it.