Surrender to me
The smile reflected in his face suggests something more than just a simple touch.
The emeralds in his eyes behold the playful blue eyes, which fail to capture the gesture as she remains tied to him as a captor to his prey, fresh.
His hands concentrated on exploring every corner carefully outlining her waist and hips, causing a small tremor from her. The taste of her growing excitement causes him to continue his work as the perfect complement he was.
Part of her refuses, the voracious gallop on her chest makes her more desirable. Loki could not wait. Having her in his arms provoked his hidden passion and invisible side at the eyes of others to emerge suddlenly as the clouds do on a clear day.
The feeling of taking possession of her body and soul made him crumbled slowly into a rapturous frenzy, the need to beg her to stay by his side, to invite him to devour her with his lips, that addiction and his desire for her would make him go insane with pleasure.
Surrender your heart to me...
And Sigyn succumbs. Her arms around his neck, his chest on hers, both hearts wildly beating, both lips together in a fiery touch that only they could understand. Their eyes closed, each hands on the other as chains in their bodies.
The whispers in his ear seemed to turn even more the desire which Loki was falling into. Sigyn clutched her hands to his back, then one fell on the wet hair of her lover, caressing him as if to calm the frenzy. The young god girded with both arms around her waist, stopping his hectic action.
He stared at her; her magnificent, tousled blond hair, blue eyes half closed, her hands on his shoulders, which then she rose to his face, holding it gently. Only a slight smile limited the words that ended with Sigyn giving a soft kiss on the forehead of Loki, gently pushing the strands of black hair.
Loki finally fell tired, victim of fatigue, upon her. Sigyn rested both hands on his back, willing to share the dream with him between the bedsheets...