“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs. “Use that gorgeous mouth, sweetheart. I’ll give you anything. Just say the word.”
“I… I want…” I gasp as his fingers stroke my clit, gentle but relentless. “Fuck?—”
“That’s it,” he moans, his breath hot against my cheek. “So fucking wet for me. Did you wake up aching? Dreaming of me stretching you open? My hands holding you down while I take what’s mine?”
I nod, too breathless to answer.
“You’re safe now, Charlotte,” he growls, his fingers moving faster. “No one touches you like this but me. No one makes you feel like this but me. You want me?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“You have me,” he rasps. “Every filthy, hungry, fucking inch.”
“No,” I shake my head. “I want to know what it feels like with you inside me.”
Thor lets out a sharp breath, like I’ve just punched the air from his lungs. His jaw tightens. “Fuck, Charlotte. You can’t say shit like that to me first thing in the morning. I could’ve sworn you just asked me to fuck you.”
“I did.”
His gaze locks on mine, wild and reverent. “Jesus.”
I shift beneath him, my thighs parting instinctively, the heat between them already pulsing. “Until last night, I didn’t know it could be like that. The way you touched me… it made everything before feel like nothing. It made me realize how much I missed. How much I want to feel like that again—with you. I want to know what it feels like to be taken by someone who actually gives a damn. I want to feel… loved.”
Thor groans low in his throat and rolls, taking me with him, his massive hands gripping my waist as he settles me over his hips. I straddle him, his cock pressing hard against the soaked fabric of my panties. One move and I’d be riding him skin to skin.
My heart thunders, but it’s not fear. It’s anticipation. Desire. Power in my own hands.
I reach down, fingers trembling as I slip the button of his boxers free. He hisses through his teeth when I pull the fabric aside, his cock springing free, flushed and ready.
His hands tighten on my hips, “You’re killin’ me, sweetheart,” he growls. “Tell me you’re sure. Say it so I know.”
I lean in, brushing my lips against his, barely touching, teasing. “I’ve never been more sure of anything. I want this. I want you.”
He crushes his mouth to mine in a bruising kiss, one hand sliding up my spine to hold me there, like he’s afraid I’ll vanish. My hands roam his chest, nails dragging through the coarse hair and down over his abs. He’s all heat and muscle beneath me—solid, safe, mine.
“This is on your terms, Charlotte. Every second. You say the word, I stop. No questions. No pressure. Your body. Your choice. You understand me?”
I nod, swallowing the lump of emotion that rises in my throat. “Yes.”
“Then ride me, baby,” he rasps, his cock pressing against my entrance. “Let me show you what it feels like to be worshiped.”
I reach down and pull his boxers down his hips, freeing his throbbing length. A gasp escapes my lips as I admire him, thick and pulsing with need. Guiding him to my entrance, I slowly lower myself onto his cock, taking him inch by inch. Tinges of pain ebb and flow as my body attempts to adjust to him.
“Oh God,” I gasp.
A deep groan resonates from Thor’s chest as he fills me completely. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can’t help but arch my back in pleasure. We move together in sync, creating a delicious friction that ignites every nerve ending in my body.
“Fuck, you feel unreal.” Thor’s voice is wrecked, thick with lust as he watches me grind down on him. “Like this tight little pussy was made to fit my cock. Look at you…” He nods toward the mirror on the wall, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips. “Look how fucking pretty you are riding me. Look at the way you take it.”
My gaze flicks toward the mirror—and I freeze for half a beat.
It’s not shame that stills me this time. It’s awe.
My body moves with his, flush and glowing, curves bouncing with every powerful thrust. His cock disappears inside me, over and over, and the reflection doesn't lie—I’m not just taking him. I’m owning it. Owning him.
He drives up into me, slow and deep, and my head falls back with a moan that rips from my throat.
I’d spent years closing my eyes. Praying for it to end. Hiding in my own body.
