Golden Burn (Songs of Crime #1)

36. Etta

36

Etta

‘Breathe (Lauv Remix)’ - Astrid S

I wake, a little sweaty, a little tired. The sheets tangled between my feet and the pillow soft behind my head. “Good morning,” Odin murmurs and kisses me delicately. “You must have been tired.”

“What time is it?”

“Nearly lunch.”

Shocked, I rise to my hands and sit back against the headboard. My wedding dress slithers along the sheets, marked in certain places from our many hours of travel to get here.

I don’t know exactly where here is, but it’s… stunning.

“Wow,” I breathe as I take in my surroundings. White, smooth walls, sheer drapes that cover the entrance to a large open deck. Beyond it, I can see nothing but blue. Blue sky, blue ocean, blue pool. Human design complementing mother nature to the most luscious degree. The air is fresh and salty, and there is no wind besides the force of my own breathing. It’s serene and spectacular. It’s more than I ever thought I’d deserve.

The sun splays along the floor and the bed, yellow rays that make the wheat-colored thread in the sheets sparkle. I curl my fingers in the patch of light and sigh. Odin’s hand joins in and we both stare at the two rings on our fingers.

Gold. Simple. Eternal.

I peer up at him. His eyepatch is gone. His hair is messy, and he’s shirtless. A minute smile curls freely and without restraint. I have no idea why, but I throw my arms around him and start to cry.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, worried.

His chest is tepid against the bare skin of my shoulders. “You just look happy. And it makes me happy.”

“Don’t cry, please.” He soothes me with a hand on my back, rubbing in slow circles.

“I’m sorry.” I lean back and wipe my eyes. “You’re right. This is a fun day,” I say and force my lips to curl. It works. I instantly feel better. Then my attention flickers over Odin’s impressive muscles and I bite my lip to keep from screaming with delight.

“Odin?” I press my palm to his warm chest, my toes curling in reaction to his strength. “I can’t wait any longer,” I whisper. “Make me your wife. Spread me out on the bed and—”

He cuts me off with a hungry kiss. “Fuck, Etta. Aren’t you hungry? Thirsty?”

I wiggle my eyebrows. “Only for your cock.”

“Alright. That’s enough.” He lifts me from the bed and flips me onto my stomach. I squeal, my hips jolting. “I know you love it, but this has to go,” he says as he begins to rip at the seams running down my spine. “I only fuck naked. ”

“God yes,” I beg, desperate to know what we’ll feel like together. Within a few seconds, my dress is ruined, my body naked. I’m dripping, throbbing so hard it hurts.

Odin runs his rough palms down my spine, squeezing my ass. “On your back, Mrs. Bolt,” he demands.

I flip so quickly it makes me dizzy. He comes down on top of me, heavy and solid, but gentle, too. Both of us gasp when we touch chests. Soft against hard. Masculine against feminine. Mother nature’s most cruel and exquisite creation. His hands are instantly massaging my breasts, teasing my granite nipples. Moaning, I reach for the bulge in his underwear and wrap my hand around it. Odin’s hips flinch, his throat rumbles, his kisses become consuming and hurried.

The hair on his skin chafes against me and I feel like a raw nerve exposed to the elements. Electrified and buzzing, having trouble staying grounded when Odin’s touch sends me into the sky.

I kiss the space around his missing eye, holding on to his jaw so he can’t move away. His other eye closes as I press my lips to the part of him he despises. I make it obvious how much I want him like this. Naked down to the bones. Nothing in the way. I want him to know I feel safe; I feel supported. I don’t feel trapped or forced. I trust him more than I’ve trusted anyone. I want him more than I’ve wanted anyone.

I accept him for who is. I forgive him for who he was. I look forward to our future, if he wants one, too.

“Etta,” he pants as he runs his hand all over my burning skin. He buries his face in my neck, kissing my fluttering pulse. “I need to taste you.”

He moves down my body, his hands finding my thighs and spreading them apart so that I’m on display like his own personal feast. He takes in the sight of me for several seconds, making me twitch with embarrassment. “No,” he growls. “Don’t shy away from me.” He spreads me wider, his single gray eye churning like a smoking flame is alive inside of it.

Odin leans down and presses small kisses to my inner thighs, delicate kisses that have me squirming and melting. Peering down my body, I see his fingers digging into my leg, holding tight. Then I notice his pink lips and how they flatten when they touch me, how his tongue traces the spot, too, lighter than air. His eye is closed, like he’s savoring every second. Like I’m his favorite thing to eat.

No one has ever looked so fucking enrapt while touching me.

I can’t stop staring at him and his ashy blonde head of hair that appears the tiniest bit out of place, as he reaches the apex of skin and finally brings his face till it hovers above my wet center.

On the verge of hyperventilating, I watch as Odin opens his mouth and drags his tongue over my clit with the softest of touches.

“Oh my God,” I moan, jerking my hips up, demanding more. Odin chuckles against my skin. His tongue returns, tracing my clit in slow, tantalizing circles. I’m writhing underneath him, devastated by the power of such gentle oral.

“You like that, huh?”

My teeth are pinching my bottom lip, past the point of pain. “Uh huh.”

He keeps winding me up, delivering me to the doors of heaven. I know I’m going to come soon. And as crazy as it is, I don’t want to. Not yet. I reach down and grab his neck, pulling him toward me so I can kiss him. He climbs back up my body, his tongue driving between my lips, filling my mouth with the taste of me.

He makes quick work of shucking his pants off so he’s as bare as me. And holy lord. It makes me speechless. He’s already fucked me once, and I thought I understood how large he was. Turns out the dark hid it all from me. The sight of him in broad daylight makes my mouth dry, my heart spasm.

But I’m ready. I’m so ready.

Odin puts on a condom. Then he settles himself over me, rubbing my wet clit with the head of his huge cock. He shudders, his breath is shaky. Mine is, too. Our hearts bang against our rib cages. Vigorous and bright.

Spreading my thighs to bring him closer, Odin starts to push into me. Inch by delicious inch. I think he’s seated at one point and start to wriggle. I’m so wrong. “Bit more,” he groans as he keeps going, filling me up until our hips meet.

My vision swims, my chest hurts. This is too good. Neither of us speak as he starts to pull out and push back in. Stretching me wide and deep.

His dirty talk is on par to win an Oscar, but right now, his words aren’t needed. This moment in time is beyond the dialogue of any human language.

Odin thrusts into me with measured strokes. The muscles in his abdomen ripple against my stomach as I wrap my legs around his lower back. My breasts flatten underneath his chest as he brings our mouths together for a sweet kiss. The tattoos on his left arm cage me in, a tapestry of a life he once lived. I’m completely smothered by him, and I’ve never felt lighter.

This is completely different from our coupling in the car. That was hurried and hungry and fucking incredible. This is just as good, if not better, because it’s slow, it’s eager, it’s us .

“Etta,” he moans as he pumps into me, hitting my clit so well that I’m finding it difficult to breathe.

“Harder, fuck me harder,” I demand, jerking my hips in time with his thrusts so that we pull apart and come together in sync. Odin drops his weight from his hands and encircles my back to hold me in place. Tight and constricted, he pumps harder, fucking me rough and wild.

I moan into his ear, repeating his name on a loop. It sends us both into a frenzy and soon our orgasms are speeding along together like two trains on the same tracks. It’s going to hit me with so much force and that thought alone has me gripping onto his strong back, cutting his skin with my fingernails.

“Squeeze, sweetheart,” he grunts. “Fucking choke the shit out of my cock.” For the final stretch, Odin returns to his original position—missionary—with a little twist to hit me in two places at once. It’s raw and hungry, and both of us are panting so deep it’s like we’ve been doing this for hours.

My insides squeeze, my clit is a magical portal. Odin’s cock feels twice as big as he nears his finish, balls slapping against my bare skin, creating an erotic melody I could listen to all day. My own high-pitched squeaks soon join in. Odin rests his forehead on mine as he continues to fuck me to climax—and God, can he fuck.

Yes, yes, yes, yes. Oh, God, yes!

I throw my head back, the sensations overwhelming. “ Yes, good girl. Fuck, sweetheart.”

He kisses me as I shatter.

Squealing into his mouth, squeezing his cock so hard it might break, I come. It splinters through me, relief and pleasure like I have never known. Odin grunts above me, biting my lip as he spills into me, slowing only when he’s completely empty.

His handsome face is flushed, his forehead dotted with sweat, his hair tousled, and his eye is clearer than a diamond. We lock gazes and he lets out a breathy, happy laugh. I swallow it up with a greedy kiss.

“Do we have to leave?” I ask as he rolls off and pulls me against him. I nuzzle my cheek against his shoulder. The scent of sex and Odin’s skin and the salty ocean create the most brilliant perfume.

“I have a gift for you,” he says out of the blue. He gets up from the bed and disappears into the closet. He returns shortly and passes me a large white shirt. I sit up and take it from him, spinning it so I can see the print on the front of it.

Edward Cullen, in all his glory, stares me in the face.

“Oh my God!” I exclaim and burst into a fit of laughter. Quickly, I shove it on and when my head pops out, my laughter turns hysterical. Odin has put on a shirt too, this one with Jacob Black’s face on it with the words #teamJacob.

“This is the best!” I clap and launch into his arms so I can kiss him. He picks me up by my legs and wraps them around his waist. “I can’t believe you remembered.”

“I got them made when we arrived in Rome. I thought it would cheer you up after the wedding.”

“Not bad, husband, not bad.”

I give him a quick kiss and then race to the bathroom. “You alright?” He calls out to me.

“Yes. I have to pee.”

“Fair enough,” he responds and gets up to follow me. I sit on the toilet right in front of him. No shame whatsoever. He watches me from the threshold, his cock still half hard and slightly wet.

He chucks the condom in the bin as I say, “You should, too, because we’re going to be doing that another ten times today.”

His eyebrows rise as I stand to wash my hands. He starts to taunt me by stroking his cock back to a ready state. I watch him intently; mesmerized for a few minutes. When I see the tiny opening at the top start to drip, I fall to my knees. “Be a good boy and don’t move,” I say and cup his balls.

Odin grins. “Yes, Doc.”

Then I dive in and make my husband come.