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Loki is a very thorough tour guide, showing me all of the places where secret trysts happen, and where they smoke weed. He also shows me where the dining hall is and the classrooms, which is probably more useful at the present time.
Our next stop is in front of enormous double wooden doors with, ‘Once you learn to read, you will be forever free’written in the scrolling script above them.
“Pretty Girl,” he states in his deep, sexy voice. “There’s something I wanna show you. But first, you have to close your eyes. It’s a surprise.”
“Okay…” I reply, raising my brows, wondering what he’s up to.
I close my eyes, then hear him opening the door. He takes my hand and leads me into the room. I’m immediately surrounded by the musky smell of old books.
“Can I open them now?” I ask, my stomach fluttering.
“Yes,” he laughs.
Opening my eyes, I am confronted with my very own Disney Princess moment. Floor to epically high ceiling bookcases surrounds me, absolutely filled chock-a-block with books.
“Did you just…” I start, staring at him, completely stunned and feeling giddy. “Did you just fucking Beauty and the Beast me?” I’m knocked for six.
“My little sisters are crazy obsessed with the movie, and I watched it like a million times over the summer. So when I saw all the books you had in your bag...” he grimaces slightly, looking a little bashful all of a sudden, and rubbing the back of his neck.
With a delighted squeal, I launch myself at him and climb that boy like the fucking tree he is, ignoring the fact that he went rifling through my things. I wrap my legs round his hips, kissing him soundly on the lips. Luckily, he catches me, hands cupping my arse. He groans as he traces my lace knickers with his fingers.
“Christ, Lilly,” he moans. “You make me fucking wild for you,” he murmurs, kissing me back hard whilst walking us towards the stacks.
He finds a dark alcove, fuck knows how, and pushes me up against the cold stone wall, nibbling my neck, those clever fingers tracing my aching slit through my knickers and finding my clit.
“Loki…” I whisper, trying to clear my head of this haze he always seems to create whenever he’s near.
“What?” He grins saucily as he slides his finger under the lace and finds me fucking soaked. “I fucking love it when your cunt drips for me,” his voice is husky, lips smeared in red from my lipstick.
“Now, Pretty Girl, I’m gonna make you come first with my hand, then as your beautiful pussy is still fluttering, I’m gonna fill you up with my cock and fuck you until you see stars,” he promises as I whimper beneath his touch.
“But here’s the thing,” he continues in that delicious purr, his fingers still teasing me. “This time you can’t scream my name, you have to be quiet because we’re in a library, and the books deserve respect.” He’s building me up so slowly with his words and teasing touch, I’m almost weeping with the need for release, my heart pounding painfully in my chest. “Can you manage that, Pretty Girl?”
I nod, incapable of speech as his fingers play me like he’s a master musician.
“Good girl,” he croons, slipping two fingers inside me, pumping them in and out, and grinding his palm against my clit.
My thighs tremble under his touch, my breath panting and he builds the pace.
“What about the librarian?” I manage to choke out, gasping as he applies more pressure to the bundle of nerves.
“Ah, don’t worry about her, Pretty Girl,” he drawls between shiver-inducing nibbles. “She’s probably flicking the bean in the fantasy section,” he scoffs.
“Loki!” I admonish, snapping my head up to look at him.
“Ahem,” a feminine cough sounds behind Loki, and I freeze, my eyes going wide with panic.
“Busted,” Loki grumbles under his breath, his fingers stilling as he rests his forehead against mine.
“I'm not sure that this is the best use of the library, Mr Thorn,” the female voice continues.
I move my head slightly to peep over Loki's shoulder to see an older woman in a twin set and pearls standing a few feet away.
Her greying hair is in a severe bun at her nape, and she has a perfectly plucked eyebrow raised as she looks at us with wry amusement. She's clutching several books tightly to her chest, her lips pursed, but not in anger. If I didn't know better, I'd say she's trying not to laugh. I decide then that I like this librarian.
Loki chuckles, his fingers still inside of me, and I try not to groan with the slight movement. My face is bright red with heat, and it flares hotter as my gaze catches hers over his shoulder.