PREVIEW - Chapter 18
Just a bit of a preview to let you guys know I’m on it! It’s coming, please bear with me for a little longer. Thank you!
His breath was not harsh, even in his intense need to inhale air into his lungs. A triumphant flicker of his eyes held her, though she continued to struggle against his weight. 
He pressed the dagger closer to her throat, not quite touching, not quite threatening. She resisted his victory, attempting to push him off her with calculated trashes of her limbs. 
His smile faded, his jaw set tight. His face held a manner of anger or pain as he roughly pushed her thigh down, trapping it with his knee. 
It was then his breathing turned harsh. Though it had happened in a less than convenient manner, Kára lay beneath him, a flush on her cheeks and hair sticking to her forehead and neck. Her body movement was erratic, pants of exhaustion and defeat uttered by chapped lips. He dropped his eyes for a second, catching the corner of his lower lip between his teeth.  Her lower body was turned sideways, her thigh pressed tightly between his.
"Now, sweet Kára." His eyes gleamed with impossible delight as they traveled to hold her gaze, vivid and towering, for Loki loved his victories. "Yield."
And she, although effectively trapped, brought her throat forward opposing the blade with feverish flesh. She ground her response, awaiting the opportunity she had been practicing for. “I will not.”

PREVIEW - Chapter 18

Just a bit of a preview to let you guys know I’m on it! It’s coming, please bear with me for a little longer. Thank you!

His breath was not harsh, even in his intense need to inhale air into his lungs. A triumphant flicker of his eyes held her, though she continued to struggle against his weight. 

He pressed the dagger closer to her throat, not quite touching, not quite threatening. She resisted his victory, attempting to push him off her with calculated trashes of her limbs. 

His smile faded, his jaw set tight. His face held a manner of anger or pain as he roughly pushed her thigh down, trapping it with his knee. 

It was then his breathing turned harsh. Though it had happened in a less than convenient manner, Kára lay beneath him, a flush on her cheeks and hair sticking to her forehead and neck. Her body movement was erratic, pants of exhaustion and defeat uttered by chapped lips. He dropped his eyes for a second, catching the corner of his lower lip between his teeth.  Her lower body was turned sideways, her thigh pressed tightly between his.

"Now, sweet Kára." His eyes gleamed with impossible delight as they traveled to hold her gaze, vivid and towering, for Loki loved his victories. "Yield."

And she, although effectively trapped, brought her throat forward opposing the blade with feverish flesh. She ground her response, awaiting the opportunity she had been practicing for. “I will not.”