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He reaches down and takes them off, and that's when I notice he's got a new tattoo just above his ankle. It's a stunningly lifelike open pink lily, with green leaves swirling round it.
“Do you like it?” he asks, voice husky as he walks towards me completely, gloriously naked.
“It's…” I start at a complete loss for words. Surely this means something serious. I mean, I know we confessed our feelings a while ago, but tattoos are for life, right? Is that what he’s saying about us?
I look up into his eyes trying to read him. His gaze is so full of intense emotion, they’re practically swirling, like a whirlwind ready to snatch me up and never let go.
“When did you get it?” I question, wondering how I’ve not noticed it up until now.
“A week or so back,” he tells me, stepping so close that I can feel the heat of his body caress mine.
He traces my jaw with his fingers, sending shivers down my spine, making my nipples harden more and almost brush his chest.
“Let's go for a swim, Darling,” he suddenly says, moving his hand to tangle our fingers, and stepping towards the pool.
With a deep exhale, I let him tug me along, my mind still churning with what's happening, and not just with Loki, but the others too. I come to with a jolt when he taps my temple, tsking.
“No thinking,” he says calmly, smiling at me. “Don't question it.”
He turns back round, giving me a perfect view of his biteable arse when he walks down the steps into the glowing green water. He ducks under, coming back up some feet away, and then swimming to the end underwater. I see his auburn head turn once he reaches it, and he makes his way back towards me.
I follow down the steps, and the warm water swirling round my ankles helps me to just let it go, as Elsa would say.
After what happened back in February to my mum, I vowed that I would live in the moment, enjoy life, and dive in—snort—head first. If the events of that awful day prove anything, it's that life is too short not to live every minute of it to the fullest.
Ignoring Loki, I swim a length of the green pool too, relishing in the release it gives my muscles and mind.
As I swim back, I see that Loki’s sitting down on what looks like a long bench seat built into the corner of the pool. His arms are splayed along the back, like a king on his throne, as he leisurely watches me make my way towards him.
Unable and unwilling to resist him, I swim across, straddling his lap so that my legs are on either side of his. My hands roam the hard muscles of his pecs, tracing his chest ink. His own hands come up to grasp my hips, kneading them like he can't not touch me when I’m near.
“Do they have meaning to you?” I ask as my fingers move to the dragonfly that takes up the front of his throat. I see and feel him swallow as he thinks about what I've asked.
“Did you know that dragonflies moult several times throughout their lives, leaving their old selves behind and starting a fresh chapter each time?” he asks me back, my eyes flitting up to his which stare right back at me. “I like to think that every day, every moment is a new beginning. A chance to start anew. This reminds me of that if I forget.”
His words still the movement of my fingers, and unbidden tears spring to my eyes, making it feel even more like a magical underwater world that we've stepped into, as it waves and wobbles.
“I like that,” I whisper, voice rough round the lump in my throat. “And this one?” I question, brushing my fingers over his chest piece yet again.
He chuckles darkly.
“Ah, The Creation of Adam. That one was to remind myself that, although I may like to think I'm God, I'm not. I'm always reaching, trying, but never quite managing it.”
It's hard to describe the look on his beautiful face, it's almost one of self-loathing.That surely can't be right, can it? He can’t hate himself, can he? He’s Loki.
Needing to see his usual arrogance back, I drop my fingers to his hip, stroking the lipstick mark, making his already hard cock jerk between us.
“And this one?” I ask in a sultry tone, a flirty smile on my lips and one brow raised.
His own eyes flash with want, and his cocksure grin is back in full force.
“That's my second favorite place to be kissed,” he teases, his smile sinful and full of deeds done late at night between lovers.
“And your favourite place to be kissed?” I watch as his sinner’s grin deepens.
He takes my hand, wrapping it round his dick, pumping our joined hands a couple of times. He releases his grip, moving his hand back to my hip, leaving me to continue moving my own hand up and down his hard shaft. I add in a corkscrew motion, knowing that’s what he likes, and his head tips back, his eyes closing, and a long, low groan leaves his lush lips. I love giving him pleasure. It makes me feel powerful that I can bring this fallen angel, this god, literally to his knees.
His hands move down, grasping the globes of my arse, his fingers digging in and adding that little bit of pain I've become so addicted to. He’s pulled me closer so that the tip of him rubs my clit, sending spirals of pleasure shooting through me.
