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Shocked, I rise to my hands and sit back against the headboard. My wedding dress slithers along the sheets, marked in certain places from our many hours of travel to get here.
I don’t know exactly where here is, but it’s… stunning.
“Wow,” I breathe as I take in my surroundings. White, smooth walls, sheer drapes that cover the entrance to a large open deck. Beyond it, I can see nothing but blue. Blue sky, blue ocean, blue pool. Human design complementing mother nature to the most luscious degree. The air is fresh and salty, and there is no wind besides the force of my ownbreathing. It’s serene and spectacular. It’s more than I ever thought I’d deserve.
The sun splays along the floor and the bed, yellow rays that make the wheat-colored thread in the sheets sparkle. I curl my fingers in the patch of light and sigh. Odin’s hand joins in and we both stare at the two rings on our fingers.
Gold. Simple. Eternal.
I peer up at him. His eyepatch is gone. His hair is messy, and he’s shirtless. A minute smile curls freely and without restraint. I have no idea why, but I throw my arms around him and start to cry.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, worried.
His chest is tepid against the bare skin of my shoulders. “You just look happy. And it makes me happy.”
“Don’t cry, please.” He soothes me with a hand on my back, rubbing in slow circles.
“I’m sorry.” I lean back and wipe my eyes. “You’re right. This is a fun day,” I say and force my lips to curl. It works. I instantly feel better. Then my attention flickers over Odin’s impressive muscles and I bite my lip to keep from screaming with delight.
“Odin?” I press my palm to his warm chest, my toes curling in reaction to his strength. “I can’t wait any longer,” I whisper. “Make me your wife. Spread me out on the bed and—”
He cuts me off with a hungry kiss. “Fuck, Etta. Aren’t you hungry? Thirsty?”
I wiggle my eyebrows. “Only for your cock.”
“Alright. That’s enough.” He lifts me from the bed and flips me onto my stomach. I squeal, my hips jolting. “I know you love it, but this has to go,” he says as he begins to rip at the seams running down my spine. “I only fuck naked.”
“God yes,” I beg, desperate to know what we’ll feel like together. Within a few seconds, my dress is ruined, my body naked. I’m dripping, throbbing so hard it hurts.
Odin runs his rough palms down my spine, squeezing my ass. “On your back, Mrs. Bolt,” he demands.
I flip so quickly it makes me dizzy. He comes down on top of me, heavy and solid, but gentle, too. Both of us gasp when we touch chests. Soft against hard. Masculine against feminine. Mother nature’s most cruel and exquisite creation. His hands are instantly massaging my breasts, teasing my granite nipples. Moaning, I reach for the bulge in his underwear and wrap my hand around it. Odin’s hips flinch, his throat rumbles, his kisses become consuming and hurried.
The hair on his skin chafes against me and I feel like a raw nerve exposed to the elements. Electrified and buzzing, having trouble staying grounded when Odin’s touch sends me into the sky.
I kiss the space around his missing eye, holding on to his jaw so he can’t move away. His other eye closes as I press my lips to the part of him he despises. I make it obvious how much I want him like this. Naked down to the bones. Nothing in the way. I want him to know I feel safe; I feel supported. I don’t feel trapped or forced. I trust him more than I’ve trusted anyone. Iwanthim more than I’ve wanted anyone.
I accept him for who is. I forgive him for who he was. I look forward to our future, if he wants one, too.
“Etta,” he pants as he runs his hand all over my burning skin. He buries his face in my neck, kissing my fluttering pulse. “I need to taste you.”
He moves down my body, his hands finding my thighs and spreading them apart so that I’m on display like his own personal feast. He takes in the sight of me for several seconds, making me twitch with embarrassment. “No,” he growls. “Don’t shy away from me.” He spreads mewider, his single gray eye churning like a smoking flame is alive inside of it.
Odin leans down and presses small kisses to my inner thighs, delicate kisses that have me squirming and melting. Peering down my body, I see his fingers digging into my leg, holding tight. Then I notice his pink lips and how they flatten when they touch me, how his tongue traces the spot, too, lighter than air. His eye is closed, like he’s savoring every second. Like I’m his favorite thing to eat.
No one has ever looked so fucking enrapt while touching me.
I can’t stop staring at him and his ashy blonde head of hair that appears the tiniest bit out of place, as he reaches the apex of skin and finally brings his face till it hovers above my wet center.
On the verge of hyperventilating, I watch as Odin opens his mouth and drags his tongue over my clit with the softest of touches.
“Oh my God,” I moan, jerking my hips up, demanding more. Odin chuckles against my skin. His tongue returns, tracing my clit in slow, tantalizing circles. I’m writhing underneath him, devastated by the power of such gentle oral.
“You like that, huh?”
My teeth are pinching my bottom lip, past the point of pain. “Uh huh.”
He keeps winding me up, delivering me to the doors of heaven. I know I’m going to come soon. And as crazy as it is, I don’t want to. Not yet. I reach down and grab his neck, pulling him toward me so I can kiss him. He climbs back up my body, his tongue driving between my lips, filling my mouth with the taste of me.
