Page 20 of Meet Odin
She hugged me tight. “You’re a lady. Remember that.” I didn’t want to be traumatized knowing the details of my parents' sex life.
Mrs. Petrakis didn’t hug me, but she nodded in my direction and walked out the door.
Toula didn’t hug me either, but she gave me strength through her words. “You’re not in love right now, but that doesn’t mean that you won’t be in the future. All marriages take time. If the dancing that I watched was any indication, you both will find your way to happily ever after."
The conversation that I had earlier with Kat came to mind. “Are you happy, Toula?”
She smiled and twisted her wedding ring absently. “I am free to be me, but I don’t want to be with anyone else but my Russian.” She turned and walked out of the room.
“Told you,” Kat said.
“I’ll be safe with him.”
“How do you know? You’ve only been married six hours.”
“He’ll keep me safe and treat me well. I am sure of it.”
Katalina hugged me and walked out of the room without saying anything else.
I sat on the bed and waited for my husband. Odin. My husband, Odin.
I stared off into space. My mind was blank, and it felt amazing. There were no worries that I’d have to hide from the past. No worries about what would happen in this room. No worries for our future. For once in my life, none of the whatifsplagued me.
There was a soft knock on the door.
“Come in.”
The suite door opened, and my husband entered. He shut the door and leaned against it, crossing his legs at the ankle. No one said a word. I didn’t know what to do and started to the lower the strap at my shoulder.
“Leave it on.”
He started to pull the knot of his bowtie. “I don’t do monkey suits. Never have except for special occasions and home appointments.”
He pulled his shirt from his pants and started to slide the cufflinks through. Unbuttoning the shirt, he continued, “I am a doctor by trade, so I am called out for any little ailment in the underworld.” He raised his eyebrows and made a silly face at me. I laughed at his antics.
“Did you always want to be a doctor?”
“I was found on the streets when I was a teenager. Mr. De Angelis decided I was smart enough for med school. That’s a story for another time.” He undid his pants button and dropped them to the floor. He was only wearing a pair of black boxers.
I kept taking sneak peeks at his body. He was god-like. Odin walked over to me and stood in between my legs. He took my hands in his.
“I know you have no real experience. I want you to be comfortable touching me anytime you want.” He brought my hands to the middle of his chest and held them against him. Once I was comfortable, my hands started to wander across his sculpted body. His pecs. His abs. His waist. He was letting me take the lead for a few minutes. I didn't think I'd ever get tired of touching him.
“I want to touch you. Lean back against the pillows.”
I wasn’t nervous, but an excited tremor slid down my spine. I turned towards the bed and crawled to the top where the pillows were laid out. His hand reached out and caressed my butt cheek. I stopped instantly. No one had ever touched me so intimately. “You’re beautiful, baby.” He smacked my ass and told me to get a move on. It was so quick, I didn't have time to be nervous or overthink it.
Shifting, I laid on the pillows like he had asked. He crawled up the bed over me like a coiled panther ready to spring. When he reached my lips, he kissed me, giving my bottom lip a little bite. I let out a squeak. He was amused and did it again. I moaned this time. Reaching for him, I wanted his body on mine. He remained above me, still kissing me thoroughly.
“Not yet.”
Laying to my left, he reached over me and grabbed one of the petals on the bed. He twirled it in his fingers as he said, “This is a nice touch. Remind me to thank your mother.”
“Please don’t. I’d rather my family stay out of our bedroom.”
He looked down at my face. “There’s no one else here but you and me. It will always be like that.”
He trailed the petal in his fingers down my right arm. He brought it to my left side and did the same thing. It was soft on my skin. Each pass left a trail of excitement in its wake. He trailed it up my left leg, then my right. He threw that petal away and grabbed another one. “Your skin is soft. It makes me want to be rough with you, so that my hands, and only my hands, leave imprints on your body,”
