Page 43 of Odin's Treasure
Within seconds he was naked, and I couldn’t help but stare.
He was beautiful. All hard muscles covered in tattoos.
“Like what you see?” he teased.
“You know I do.”
He chuckled, stepping closer. “Good. Because you’re stuck with me now.”
“Is that right?”
“Yeah.” He cupped my face, his thumb brushing across my bottom lip. “You’re mine, Harmony. And I take care of what’s mine.”
My heart swelled.
I’d never belonged to anyone before. Not really.
But with Odin? I wanted to be his.
“I’m yours,” I whispered.
Something fierce flashed in his eyes, and then he was kissing me again as he positioned himself at my entrance.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
He pushed inside slowly, giving me time to adjust, and I gasped at the fullness.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “You feel so good.”
Hooking my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, I pulled him closer as he started to move.
God yes.
With every snap of his hips, pleasure radiated through me, chasing away the memories.
This was what I wanted to remember.
The way Odin took care of me. How he always watched me when I moved through a room.
The way he felt moving inside me.
The way he made me feel safe and loved and cherished.
“Harder,” I panted.
He obliged, picking up the pace, and I held on tight as he drove into me over and over.
“Wade,” I gasped, feeling a coiling low in my belly. “I’m?—”
“I know, baby. Let go.”
“Oh, God.” My back arched as my orgasm slammed into me, and I cried out his name as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.
Odin moved harder and faster until finally he buried himself deep as he found his own release.
We stayed locked together, both of us breathing hard.
