Chapter 52
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I step out of the shower, wrapping myself in a warm fluffy towel from the rack and leaving my hair loose to drip dry. My head, at least, was feeling a little less fragile. Thank god. I rushed from the bathroom into Storm’s old room and got to work finding something wearable. Thankfully it appeared I had left some of my old clothes here and was able to find a pair of printed leggings and a floaty strappy top. I followed the mouth-watering smell of bacon into the kitchen/living space. Where Loki’s was standing with his back to me, the muscles in his shoulder shifting as he cooks, his tight arse In those jeans looking dam right edible.
Without thinking, I walked toward him, wrapping my arms around his hips, placing my cheek ageist his back, breathing in his scent. Loki shuddered under my touch, his hand catching mine and intertwining our fingers.
“Hey, you,” He smiled, squeezing my hand. It should have been too soon to want to touch someone after I had been so violated. But it didn’t feel that way with Loki; he was safe. His body, his smell, it felt like home.
I heard the sound of the gas clicking off. “Scarlett?” Loki asked, turning to face me. My hands still wrapped around him. A sad smile tugged at his lips. He gently stroked across my cheek, brushing away a stray tear I hadn’t even realise I had been crying.
I sucked in a shaky breath. Just like that, Loki was pulling me into his arms, hugging me tightly to his chest. “You’re okay; you are safe now. I promise, your safe with me,” he soothes, rubbing my back in slow, soothing circles. I didn’t know how he knew, didn’t care. He wasn’t turning away from me. He saw all my imperfections, all my scars, and he accepted me for every broken piece. I started sobbing uncontrollably, but Loki just held me through it all. His scent, filling my nose and reminding me I was not alone. I was safe... with him.
Once I finally stopped sobbing, he picked me up and placed me on top of the courter. Pulling back enough to look into my eyes. “Thank you,” I whisper, giving him a sad smile. He smiles back at me, placing a soft kiss on my hair, before pulling back.
“You are still beautiful, even puffy-eyed and snot running down your face,” He teased. I squeal, slapping him playfully on the chest before whipping my nose.
“Wait, did you just call me beautiful?” I exclaim in disbelieve. So Loki, my childhood crush and sexiest man alive, thinks I’m beautiful?
“I’ve called you beautiful twice already,” He points out, grinning. My eyes widen. “What’s the matter? Never had a compliment before?”
“Not from you,” I counter. Loki’s face scrunches up in protest.
“I compliment you all the time!” He exclaims, poking a finger to my nose. I swat it away, but Loki easily grabbing my wrist and pressing it onto the unit.
“No, you tease me all the time!” I point out, raising a brow at him. He shakes his head at me in disbelieve.
“I called you perfect and delicious last week,” He counters, nostrils flaring.
“That’s different. You were trying to have sex with me!” I debate. Loki sighs, frustrated, looking down at our joined hands. “I meant every word I said to you,” He insists, looking up to meet my gaze; he didn’t blink once. Somehow I knew he was telling the truth.
“You like me?” I ask, unsure if I wanted to know the answer. My stomach fluttering but not from the hangover. Loki smiled, nodding his head.
“A lot,” He admitted, his fingers stroking down my arms. “Do you? Like me, I mean?” he looked nervous as he waited for me to answer. I hesitated for a second. Unsure how I should answer. Loki looked down, hurt flashing in his eyes. “No, wait!” I blurt, forcing him to look back up at me. His dark eyes were vulnerable; I could feel his heart beating out his chest as if it was my own. The bond between us felt so real I could almost reach out and touch it. “I l-like you too,” I stumble over my words. The shy smile that lit up Loki face was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my entire life. Again, my heart leaping out of my chest and pushing me forward.
Our lips connect as if for the very first time. Fireworks exploding around us, butterflies in my stomach took flight. My body ignited with electricity. Our kiss was greedy, passionate and expressed everything unsaid. I moaned into his mouth. As his lips shattering everything around me. There was only him and me. The rest of the world was a distant memory. I needed more. I pulled him closer, reaching for him. But before I could touch, Loki pulled back, panting. I whimper, trying to reach for him, but he moves out of my grasp.
“Wait,” Loki insists, trying to catch his breath, his lips already swollen from kissing me. I cross my arms over my chest defensively, feeling confused and rejected. Finally, Loki crouched down slightly in front of me, so we were the same height. but without touching me, but close enough that I could have reached out and kissed him if I wanted to. “Scarlett, I really really like you. Everything about you is so goddam perfect; there is nothing I don’t like. Even when we are fighting, and you’re driving me fucking crazy, I can’t seem to stay away from you.” He declares, interlacing our finger once more. “I get so jealous when I see another guy even looking at you because I want you all to myself. But I can’t be selfish with you...You make me want to be a better person, and I really want to be better for you,” Loki pauses, allowing me the time to absorb what he was trying to say. His eyes were studying my face. I felt my heart beating out my chest, my mouth dry. What was he trying to say? “So I guess what I’m trying to say is, Will you be my girlfriend?”
I was entirely speechless. My shock was written all over my face. It was one thing admitting to liking me, but he wanted me to be his girlfriend? Like Loki and me...Together...Nobody else? It was such a simple question, and yet it baffled me that he would ask it. “Babe, you’re kind of freaking me out a little,” Loki laughed nervously.
“W-why”? I managed to stumble.
“I’m pretty sure I already answered the why before I gave you the question,” Loki remarked.
“I just don’t understand,” I admit, frowning. Loki leaning his forehead ageist my own, his eyes peering down at me.
“I don’t want anyone else but you, Scarlett. You’re all I need. I also don’t want to have to share you with anybody else; I want to call you mine,” He clarifies, seeming highly amused that he had to spell it out for me word for word.
“I’m yours,” I mumble, reaching for him again. He beamed, then his lips were on mine again. Kissing, tasting and loving. Everywhere he touched heated me from the inside out, undoing everything Jhon had done. With each kiss, Loki set me free, and I needed more.
Loki’s hands were wrapping around my hips, him between my legs. I moan, grinding into him, my hands stroking over his bare chest and admiring every inch of that toned body. Mine. He was mine. God, I could get used to this. Breakfast was quickly forgotten as our kissing became hard, desperate. I wanted nothing more than to have Loki’s hand on me, to have him inside of me. I couldn’t get enough. It was like he had ignited something within me that only he could extinguish. It didn’t take long before we were both naked, my body spread out over the kitchen island. Loki moved down my thighs, nipping and kissing. Teasing. “Play later,” I demanded. Reaching for him to pull his body on top of mine. Loki snickered but obeyed. Climbing up onto the worktop with me, spreading me with one leg over his shoulder. “You want me?” Loki questions, his voice deep and husky. Eyes black as night. It melted me.
“Yes!” I beg, trying to hurry closer. His member was hard and pressing at my entrance. “Loki,” I breathe. His name on my lips snapping something inside of him, Loki pounced. Thrusting into me, hard and full. I scream out, my eyes rolling back, back arching. Loki groaned, grinding as he pushed deeper. Forcing me to take all of him. I clutch onto the edge of the unit, my knuckles going while. So fucking big. He was too much. I didn’t think I would ever get used to it. Loki pulled out thoroughly before thrusting back in. Kissing my shoulders, his black eyes locked on me. I moaned louder, grinding into his thrust. Loki moved faster, his fingers circling my clit as he thrust again and again. Driving me over the edge, I tremble and squirm under him. Loki holding my hips pushed into me harder. Forcing me to take more, more, more.
I couldn’t tell when one orgasm finished and another began. My body was overcome with a mixture of pleasure and pain. “Don’t stop,” I screamed out, reaching for him. My nails were digging into his back as he pressed up ageist my G-spot. Again and again. Loki breathing become shallow, his thrusts more desperate. Grunting and swearing under his breath. “Don’t stop!” I begged, breathing into his ear. My pussy tightening around him. “Fuck, babe!” Loki groaned, somehow faster me even harder than he had before. He bites into my neck, forcing my body over the edge once more, him with me. My orgasm was rippling off his as his seed filled me.
“My girl,” Loki mumbled into my skin, quite enough that I wasn’t sure I was supposed to hear.
“Yours,” I promise, for the first time, I felt complete..
