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he intended, but too far gone to stop, he let go of her hip with one hand and pulled at her black, buttoned blouse. Buttons went flying, but he didn’t stop. He’d exposed the exquisite sight of her creamy breasts covered in a lacy black bra.
    “Yes, more,” he growled and ripped the material from her body, flinging it over his shoulder. Her breasts were bigger than he remembered, heavier at the bottom. Her nipples stood out in hard pink tips begging for his attention. So pretty. He would be happy to oblige. Using his free hand to cup the mound of flesh, he sucked a nipple into his mouth. He nipped and laved the tip until her hips were grinding against his with more desperation than finesse. She felt so good, and tasted so good. He kissed his way to the other nipple and gave it equal attention. Candy. Her nipples were his own personal candy, perfectly made, and sweetened just for his mouth. He couldn’t ignore them if Freya herself was standing there.
    “God yes,” she moaned.
    “Are you close, baby?” he groaned out, never one to speak during lovemaking before, but he wanted to hear her voice, wanted to hear the breathless quality that his touch had created. For so long she’d been gone from him. Too long.
    “Yes. Please,” she begged, and what sort of man would he be if he didn’t respond as necessary?
    “Let go,” he said and used both of his hands to push her breasts together toward his waiting mouth. He sucked both nipples and bit down, even as he ground his hips against her in stark demand. He felt it, the tremble in her limbs, could smell the cloying scent of her arousal and hear her sharp breaths as she shattered against him. He rode her through it, the pleasure building up until his balls drew tight against his body and his cock jerked. One, two, three more pumps and he was roaring his pleasure into the night, his knees buckling. They fell together in a heaving mass of limbs and hair, and he’d never felt more complete in his life.
    Ayah had given him a treasure worth more than his immortal soul, and she didn’t even know it. In the aftermath of what happened, she sprawled over him as he caressed her back. The heavy pants of her breath were music to his ears. How many times had he wished for a moment like this? How many times had he hoped, prayed, and begged that he would feel her again? Freya may be a cruel goddess—in fact, he knew that she was—but she had given him these moments with his lost love. Yet, he felt a difference in Ayah. She was not the same woman he had known so many years before. He had tasted it within her when he kissed her, and now he could feel it. She did not look up at him with a lazy smile or shy look full of love. No, this reincarnation of Nila’s soul caressed his shoulders with quiet circling fingers and snuggled closer to his warmth. After a moment, she looked up at him, and what he saw there wasn’t shyness, but determination.
    “I suppose at this point you believe that I’m completely brain-dead. I would agree with you.” She used his chest to push off his body and stand on shaky legs. “And, now that I’ve utterly made a fool of myself, I would like some answers. You didn’t come here to…whatever we just did against my door. Nobody comes in anyone’s house with that many weapons for a booty call. So why are you here?” She crossed to a dresser and pulled out a shirt before he could respond. Ayah put the tank top on before turning around to face him once more.
    Booty call? What the in the name of Hel was that? It didn’t sound pleasant, whatever it was, and he didn’t like that she had reduced something so beautiful to something so…well, a booty call. He stood slowly, not quite sure if his legs could take his weight but choosing to meet her on equal ground. If she wanted to show strength after what had just happened between them, then he could do the same. That had been his one moment of weakness, and he could have no more. It would have been nice to be