Had she thought she was warm before? Now she was on fire. Everywhere his mouth went, fire followed and she was being burned from the inside out. It caused her to ache in a way she'd never done before, and she wanted relief from that ache. At the same time, it was such a sweet pain, she never wanted it to stop. She couldn't decide which she wanted more, so she reveled in the moment.
How had she thought that a kiss could be innocent? There was nothing innocuous about what Odin was doing now. Because he was no longer just kissing her mouth, his lips roaming to places she'd never even considered before. But when he bent his head to her breast, she couldn't help her response. Her back arched upwards, her body automatically seeking more of the pleasure he was causing.
And it wasn't just his mouth, it wasn't just his kisses, his hands were touching her. Sigyn had no idea that her legs could be so sensitive. But then, no one but herself had ever touched them before. Just his fingertips against her skin was enough to make her tingle, but as they moved ever higher, she found it harder and harder to breathe. She was so hot, and he was doing nothing but fanning the flames.
Suddenly, though, he stopped. It took a moment for her to realize that there had even been a pause, but there was a chill against the dampness of her shift. She didn't understand that, exactly, she just knew that it made her shiver despite the heat. Sigyn wondered if she'd done something wrong, and opened her mouth to ask. But before she could speak, Odin's mouth covered her own and once again, she was drowning in the sensations he caused.
She had never felt so good, and yet so restless, in her entire life. Sigyn prayed it would never stop.