Underworld Bride Trials 1 Playboy King - Meg Xuemei X. Page 0,53

for any critical situation.

This close to the Demon King, with his male scent wrapped tightly around me, my knees weakened. It was like an irresistible force kept drawing us together; the closer we were to each other, the stronger the pull. And when I stayed away from him, an ache pulsed painfully inside me.

“I suppose you know how to waltz, King Loki?” I purred softly.

“Are you challenging or inviting me, Bun—Lady Tessa?” he purred back and took the lead in a grand waltz move.

The music shifted to match our dance as we rose and fell together, our faces nearly touching. I pulled away, and he pulled me back, our every spontaneous move smooth and precise and perfect, as if the king and I had been dancing partners for a thousand years.

We were both trained warriors, so our movements carried steel, ice, and flame in them. Loki was also predatory, lithe, and seductive all at the same time as he led me in long glides.

I laughed when we spun together. I hadn’t felt this free for a very long time.

When he pulled me toward him again, he crushed me against his chest, and heat thrummed in my bloodstream. I used the momentum to turn and stretch my back against his broad, cut chest.

His body heat rippled into me, warming my cool skin. His scent of flame, wood, and smoke cocooned my whole being, complementing my ice scent. I slid down his body deliciously, feeling the Demon King burning for me.

His hard body became taut, full of anticipation and raw male desire. A subtle smile lit my lips as I continued to rock against him, savoring his hard muscles. To tease him more, I lowered my body slowly, not missing a beat of the music, until my shapely ass pressed against his huge erection. I rubbed him harder there and lingered longer, searing him.

He let out a low groan, his fists clenching at his sides. The king wanted his hands to roam all over me, but he restrained himself from touching me and let me take the reins.

I twisted my torso to face him, as I wanted to see his expression. The fire in his half-midnight, half-green eyes blazed like stars.

If I wasn’t careful, I’d get burned too.

My mouth wet with need. I slid further down his body, lithe as a snake, and then his hard shaft that distorted and stretched the front of his pants caught between my breasts.

His cock jerked, wanting out, and the beads on its crown started to dampen the fabric.

What a naughty boy, but I wasn’t done with him.

I enjoyed playing the king like an instrument that I’d forgotten in the attic long ago.

Loki watched me silently with dark fascination, and I knew sex wasn’t the only thing on his mind. He was more complex than that, even though thick desire was burning within him. The rapt, scorching look on his face made my ice melt and my panties wet.

No ordinary male could do that to me. Not even my ex-mate, a cruel and utterly sensual god, had done that to me.

Loki held a power he didn’t know about. He didn’t have a drop of mortal blood, yet he believed he was half-human and was not ashamed of it. The power in him pulsed strongly when his emotion and desire were high, holding me spellbound.

My desire rose to meet his. An erotic image flashed across my mind, urging me to unzip his fly and take his cock in my mouth. I wondered how it would fit due to its massive size and how it would taste when I wrapped my tongue around its crown.

I blinked in shock at the force of the carnal appetite awakening inside me. Yet for the first time, I didn’t feel repulsed. Instead, I was shamelessly interested and aroused.

Loki, of all males, had brought out another side of me that I’d thought long dead, and I wasn’t going to deny the sensual side of me that made me feel like a woman again just because of my past trauma and my negative experience with some males.

The motto my team and I had lived by for years echoed in the back of my mind. “There’s time for grief, and there’s time for joy. There’s time for everything. We’ll never allow our enemies to take away a moment of small joy from us, and when we remember and do that, we’ll never be broken.”

So, I set myself free for a moment of fun and freedom,