She ducked her head hard, amazement transmuting to … something else. He was handsome, fascinating, alluring, and she was out of her depth. “Is that what you want, my lord? I … ” She gave him an unintentionally appealing look from under her eyelashes, licking her lips.
He took a step closer to her so he was almost touching her, he could feel the warmth of her body, and gently lifted her chin so he could search her eyes. He enjoyed the look of slight apprehension on her face, tempered with insecurity and confusion. The sight of her licking her lips drove him almost to madness.
“Could there be any doubt?” He whispered into her lips.
“Prince Loki … ” she breathed, half confusion and half plea. The touch of his hand on her chin brought a rush of heat through her body, and involuntarily she swayed toward him. “Please … “
His hand pulled her in and he kissed her lips, slowly, gently, teasingly. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and held her tightly against him. He deepened the kiss and let out a soft moan.
Although it was by no means her first kiss, those had been tentative, fumbling things, youthful explorations in curiosity. This was as far beyond that as the ocean is beyond a raindrop. Sigyn melted against Loki’s strong body, her hands gripping tightly at his clothing. New-awakened yearning shivered down her spine.
His mouth was cool against hers. She shoved herself up on her toes instinctively, matching his moan with a faint whimper.