Love and Hatred

Chapter 4

A/N:

I just hope that you guys like of the wait, i made a longer chapter

Please look past the errors. and look at the prologue for the disclaimer.

Chapter4:

Loke's expert lips started to glide down the woman's pale neck. He heard her faint moan, turning him on. He couldn't remember what the woman's name was. He was not the one to forget a girl's name, especially when it was the one you're making out with. He just kept on licking her neck, and suckled on her pulse, in response, she gripped his shirt a little tighter and her lips to part for a delicious moan.

He didn't give a shit.

Tonight. He was going to forget his problems. But this day, he could never forget.

Three years.

Three damn long years.

He'd been a jerk, a bastard—Well, he still was. But, goddammit, he shouldn't be sulking about the past, that's why he was going to have fun.

He pushed the green-haired chic at the end of his bar. His lips turned into a smirk upon noticing her reaction, He sucked again o the place just above her collar bone. He could feel her shudder beneath him. Her hands left his chest and came tugging his hair lightly, dainty fingers scraped his scalp. He roughly grabbed her two big mounds, and he started massaging it earning an elicit moan and—did she just purr?— from her.

He left her neck and met the woman's green eyes. Her green eyes clouded with passion and lust, clearly mirroring what his eyes had. He roughly brushed his lips on hers and harshly shoved his tongue in her wet cavern. He knew she liked it rough. She tasted like alcohol. He felt her shiver like she's been jolted by electricity. Their tongues moved in sync—pushing, thrusting, sucking, and twirling. He swallowed her moans and whimpers, hiding them from unwanted ears.

He gritted his teeth and his jaw clenches, when he felt her hand skimming his now very tight pants. He did his best to restrain his eyes from shutting close when she palmed him. He threw his head back; her fingers were dangerously near his jeans zipper.

He could feel his eyes shut, and he started to regret it. The moment he closed it, he saw her.

He pushed her image at the back of his mind. He heard an abrupt sound of his pants unzipping.

He stared at her with half-lidded eyes. She gazed up at him, with a seductive smirk, as she began to free his now erect member. It arched asking for attention.

She gripped his length and started pumping. Grunts, moans and dirty curses exchanged. He grabbed her neck, and dipped his lips on her. Giving her a bruising kiss, of course, he being a generous guy also gave her some entertainment. As their lips clashed, their tongue mingled, he dipped his hand between her thighs. He felt her gasp in his mouth. He started his ministrations. Rubbing, dipping, and pinching her wet folds.

They both break for air, as they were sent to the edge. Their harbored breathing and the place where they were made it hard for him to think. And the way she's sucking her fingers was making him hard...again.

"Wanna continue it?" the woman purred on his ear, while gliding her fingers on his chest.

He inspected her small face, her now swollen lips, her mounds—that are in danger of showing already. He closed his eyes momentarily and smirked at the woman. Loke Leonard*(A/N: made up the name), 'The lion', 'the Casanova' was back.

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and leant for a kiss on a cheek. Quickly, tidied themselves and headed for the exit.

They were both giggling as they made their way to his car.