A/N: Holy hot tamale, this chapter turned out... nice. ;) It's a long one, but I promise you it's worth it. Enjoy!


Back in Loki's chambers, Jane slumped in a chair with her head in her hands. Who was that in the garden? Because it certainly wasn't Loki. She kept replaying the scene in her mind. He hadn't looked at her like he wanted to devour her whole. There had been something else - hope, maybe? - in his expression. Whatever it was, she had never seen it before. It's almost like that's who Loki would be if he was human. She considered the thought for a moment, trying to wrap her brain around a version of Loki without the sorcery, blood lust, or notorious deception. The mental gymnastics of it were exhausting.

She didn't want to think about his maddening change of moods anymore, but the only alternative was getting dressed for dinner. With Loki. Jane moaned in frustration as she propelled herself from the chair. Like it or not, there was no easy way out of this situation. And if she wanted to rescue herself, she would need to meet him head to head at tonight's dinner. A dinner that was more than likely a precursor to… She couldn't even think it. Surprisingly, knowing that she would acquiesce didn't do much to calm her nerves. Instead it made her more nervous.

What would Loki do? Would he require her to make the first move? Because that was never going to happen. What if she held off for a few more days? Would that snap what little patience he probably had left and nullify the bargain? She wished beyond anything that she could talk to Darcy about this. Darcy would know what to say, she always did. Even when it got them both into sticky situations.

"Channel your inner Darcy," she whispered to herself like a mantra. When she saw the dress that was waiting for her, she instantly knew what Darcy would say. Here's what you're gonna do: You're gonna look fucking hot wearing that and have him drooling on the floor. Jane couldn't deny that the dress was beautiful. She had expected Loki to select something in the more traditional style of clothing women wore on Asgard, but she couldn't have been more wrong. This dress looked like it belonged on a red carpet somewhere with paparazzi screaming to find out who had designed it. Like everything Loki had given her to wear, it was an emerald green, but the fabric transformed the dress into something nearly glowing like a gemstone. When she lifted the dress from the bed, her jaw dropped at what was lying beneath it.

She set the dress down carefully and picked up the thin material. In her hands, she held a matching bra and panties set made of sheer black lace. It seemed so small and fragile in her fingers that she imagined it couldn't offer her any real concealment should the dress come off. When the dress comes off. She thought about wearing something else, or not wearing undergarments at all, but with Loki, either would be more trouble than it was worth. She pulled the lace over her skin, then hurried to slip the beautiful creation over her head. Jane struggled not to topple over in the accompanying emerald heels as she raced to the mirror.

"Wow."

Staring back at Jane from the mirror was someone who she could barely recognize. The sweetheart cut of the dress amplified her cleavage into the curves of Aphrodite herself. She ran a hand over her torso, trying to convince herself this really was her wearing a dress that clung tight to her frame with a small gold band around the waist. The skirt was a slim cut, but flowing. It wasn't until Jane shifted slightly that she realized there was a thigh-high slit on the right side of the gown. Blushing at the daring cut, she turned around to inspect the back. Here she saw that the small cap sleeves led to a nearly backless dress connecting to the gold band that dipped just above the curves of her backside. It hugged her figure in the most delicious way. Jane didn't even need Darcy here to tell her how amazing she looked. She felt hot. More than hot. In this dress, she was an irresistible sex goddess who could have any man begging on his knees.

She turned to the vanity table, hoping to complete her look with something other than her limp hair. It was now covered in hair supplies when she could have sworn it was empty that morning, but she wasn't going to complain. After two botched attempts, she finally succeeded in using a few well-placed bobby pins to pull her hair into a loose updo. Jane examined her reflection in the mirror, pleased to note that with her hair swept up, Loki's eyes would have a hard time leaving the curve of her neck, her breasts, the low cut of her back. She couldn't wield magic, but she felt the power of seduction resting in the palm of her hand. Hopefully she would have the strength to use it.

Jane half expected to be whisked away the moment she was dressed, but she didn't feel the tingle of magic. She just felt sweaty. As the minutes ticked by, her confidence slowly ebbed away, leaving her with an ever-growing sense of anxiety. Her nerves were wound tight as a mix of apprehension and excitement swirled through her veins. Her palms were clammy, her breathing uneven. She started pacing the room, wobbling a few times in her heels. Is this part of his game, trying to get me so nervous that I can't even think? If it is, it's definitely working. Picking up the front of her dress, she turned to pace again. "How am I supposed to go through with this?" she asked the air. Loki, the monster who had taken over Asgard - apparently without a single death - the man who held her prisoner, the man who made her feel things she couldn't control, the man who had shown her shreds of kindness when she thought him capable of only cruelty, the man who held her fate in his hands, expected her to dine with him. And probably more. Did she still want it to be more? Had she ever wanted it to be more? She was on the verge of completely losing it when the warm glow of magic spread over her body, bringing her to wherever Loki was waiting.

Jane materialized in a part of Asgard she had never seen before. She couldn't be entirely sure, but she didn't think this was part of the palace. In front of her was an intimate dining table set with golden dishes and small candles giving off a warm light. The table was below the open air, arranged in the middle of a terrace affording her a clear view of the stars. Glowing orbs of light scattered around the perimeter bathed the scene in a gentle radiance, and the night sky reflected in a lazy stream rolling by.

A hand caressed the small of her back and she instantly felt her heartbeat slow from its frantic pace. His breath was warm on the back of her neck, spreading heat from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes. He brushed his fingers from the nape of her neck, slowly down the length of exposed skin, until both hands rested on her hips, thumbs gently stroking her bared flesh. Jane couldn't remember why she had been nervous. She could barely remember how to breathe.

"Good evening, Jane," Loki whispered as his lips brushed her ear. His tone was low, sultry and firm.

Jane shuddered as his breath sent flashes of heat racing across her skin. "H-hi," she managed at last.

He chuckled, inching his hands lower on her body. Jane gasped as his thumbs traced the skin of her lower back a hair's breadth above the daring edge of the dress. If she shifted even slightly, his hands would be cupping her ass. The thought of his hands sliding over her, gripping her sparked a growing fire in her core. As though drawn to her heat, Loki slowly curved his right hand around her upper thigh until it found the slit in the fabric. He snaked his fingers across her skin, working his way closer and closer to the center between her thighs. Jane felt her legs part involuntarily. Her body was giving in to Loki's touch all on its own, hungry for the feeling of his fingers dipping into her warm wetness. His hand moved inside the dress, tracing the lines of lace separating him from her aching need.

Jane leaned back against the hard planes of his chest and turned her face so that her skin brushed against the hollow of his neck. Her breath came in short gasps as he slid a finger beneath the fabric. Loki traced her seam, coating himself in the evidence of her arousal without truly dipping inside of her. She squirmed in his touch, releasing a small moan against his neck. "Mm, you want this, hmm, Jane?" Loki growled as he dipped his finger incrementally further inside of her.

She tried to vocalize her assent, but all that came out was a garbled sigh that ghosted across his skin. Her failed attempt at speech earned her another chuckle before Loki ran his finger up toward her front where he brushed it delicately over her clit. Jane moaned and arched into his hand, but he slid his finger out of her reach in a refusal to touch her directly. He released another chuckle. "Ah, so eager, Ms. Foster." He pulled his hand away completely and Jane moaned lightly at the loss of contact. "Come now, we can't let the meal get cold."

Jane allowed herself to be led to the table, but fumed internally that she had gotten so worked up over the slightest touches. She was coming undone at the seams and Loki was to blame. As he pushed in her chair, she turned to look at him for the first time that night. She was astonished to find that not only had he chosen to wear a black tuxedo, but that the look was incredible on him. The jacket appeared as though it had been perfectly tailored to highlight his lean and muscular frame, and the thin black tie around his neck added a level of sophistication. It was a look that highlighted Loki's tightly wound strength in contrast to Thor's bulky mass. He caught her staring as he sat down, and a wicked grin spread across his face. She flushed and looked away. "I'm surprised you picked clothes from Earth," she said as though to excuse her looking at him.

"I find mortal's suits to be more flattering than plated armor, and I find that dress to be quite befitting for a woman with your exceptional beauty." Her face burned brighter, but she looked back at him. She half expected the remark to be a joke, but the expression on his face told a different story. His eyes roamed over her form, relishing in her appearance rather than undressing her. "However, I do find Asgard's wine to be far superior to any variety found on Earth," he continued. "Would you care for a glass?"

"Just one," Jane said as she remembered what had happened when she allowed the alcohol to make her careless. Loki filled their glasses and she took a small sip, surprised to find that this was tastier than the one she'd had before. "Wow, that's good." She didn't have the palate or the vocabulary to decide if there were hints of this or overtones of that. All she knew was that this definitely beat anything else she'd ever had.

"It's a personal favorite of mine, as is our first course." Loki barely waved his hand and a bowl appeared on her plate filled with a creamy, orange bisque topped with a sprig of rosemary. Jane brought a spoonful to her lips and rolled her eyes back in ecstasy.

"This. Is. Heaven." she growled between bites. Suddenly, she realized she was eating much faster than was appropriate for such a formal dinner. Forcing herself to slow down, she sipped on her dish at a much slower pace.

Loki smirked at her lapse in manners and continued to sip his bisque as well. "I'm glad you like it."

Jane set her spoon down, looking him full in the face. "Why are you being so nice to me? I mean, what is this? The dress, the dinner, why are you doing this?"

He set his spoon down as well, eyeing her with a look of amusement. "Oh, it's quite simple. You serve to provide me pleasure, and this evening I intend to derive my pleasure from a delicious meal." The look that accompanied his words hinted that the food before them was hardly the meal he was speaking of.

"Right," Jane said as she turned back to her bowl. She pointedly ignored Loki, focusing only on the soup before her. When she ran out of bisque, she was forced to look up again, and found Loki staring at her. His expression was hard to read, but she couldn't pull away from his gaze.

"Tell me about yourself, Jane," he said at last.

She fidgeted in her seat, unsure of how to answer. "What do you want to know?"

He considered for a moment, spooning up the last of his bisque. "Why are you drawn to the stars?"

Jane was surprised he'd asked such a personal question. She looked up at the night sky above them as though her answer might be waiting somewhere up there. "It's always been something I loved, I guess. I mean, I remember when I was a little girl and my dad would take me stargazing with his telescope. The first time we went, he took me to this hill a few miles out of the city. I'd always thought I'd known what the sky looked like, that it was just a murky black canvas. But when I looked through the lens, it was like I was seeing a whole new world for the first time. It was like this secret place that had been above me all my life, just waiting to be discovered." She slowly dropped her gaze from the stars overhead to the world around them. "And it turns out I was right. There are so many worlds, and realms, and secrets in the stars that the people on Earth haven't even began to discover. So many more that I want to learn about." Her eyes came to rest on him as she finished her sentence. So many things about you that I still want to know.

"I was drawn to magic in much the same way, actually." He looked at her for a moment before waving his fingers to clear their plates and bring forth new ones.

"Tell me." Jane couldn't believe Loki had offered even the smallest bit of information about himself. She was desperate to know more.

"Try the fish."

She cut off a part of the flaky fillet and groaned as it melted in her mouth. "Ok. It's amazing. Now tell me your story." This was the closest they had ever come to levity or humor and she was willing to test the boundaries on the off-chance she could actually learn something about this living, breathing, firewall.

He gave a rueful smirk, but agreed. "Much like your father who introduced you to astronomy, it was my mother who showed me the world of magic." Jane nodded. She had figured that Loki had taken more after Frigga than the mighty Odin who only valued strength. "She saw something in me," he continued. "A potential of some sort. Perhaps an avenue for me to claim power in Asgard in my own right, since brute strength was never my strong suit." He began to relax as he spoke, as though layers of his applied persona were slipping off and Jane was getting closer and closer to the man who lurked beneath.

"The first time she introduced it to me was when I was a young boy. I'd predictably lost some race or contest with the other youth of my age, and had vowed to never leave the palace walls again. After much whining and protest on my part, she persuaded me to come out to the gardens. She showed me how to bring a dying flower back to life. How to save her favorite flowers, the one you had in the gardens. After that, I couldn't get enough. I was hungry for more knowledge, for the great secrets hidden to the others around me."

Jane nodded again. "Right? It's like every time I learn something new, I uncover fifty new questions that need answering. It's kind of a rabbit hole, isn't it? Drawing you further and further in until you've gone so far there's no way out."

He looked at her intently. Not appraising, or scheming, but really looking at her, seeing her for who she was. "It's entirely like that."

"Maybe that's how we've both found ourselves here, huh?" Jane asked with a half chuckle. "We just kept digging and digging until we were in over our heads, but by the time we realized we should have turned back, we were already caught in this crazy web of-" she motioned at the scenery around her, at a loss for words, "this. All of this."

"And if you could disentangle yourself, would you?"

Jane sensed that this wasn't a trap. He actually wanted to know. Why does he want to know? She finished her meal as she considered the answer to his question. "There are times I wish I could, you know." Did that include the current situation? She wasn't sure. His piercing stare drew her back toward him and she met his solemn expression. "But honestly, I don't think I could give it up. Discovering, reaching for new things, it's just part of who I am." She felt her insides flutter as she considered her next question. "Would you? Get out of all this, I mean. If you could?" She was half afraid to look at him, not sure what she would find in his expression.

Loki smirked, but it was mirthless. "The choice is no longer mine to make," he stated simply.

It felt like there was more to what he was saying, as though the weight of what he left unsaid contained the entirety of the darkness that he carried within him. Jane felt his skin under her palm before she even realized she'd reached out to touch him. Somewhere inside, he was like her. What had happened to warp Loki so deeply into the being he was now, the one trying to cover the one he was still holding onto inside? She took a deep breath. Maybe this was her chance. "You know, you're not as terrible as you give yourself credit for."

"That's hardly the case, Ms. Foster." He pulled his hand out from beneath hers.

One layer back up. Shit. Jane made another desperate attempt. "I know you didn't kill anyone when you took over Asgard. You had to have a reason for saving them-"

He cut her off, a hard glare in his eye. "Do not presume to know my intentions. Saving any of them is far from what I have done."

Fuck. Last chance. "I know that you say I'm just a servant to you, but you think of me as more than that." She didn't know that for sure, but she was gambling.

For the briefest instant, the vulnerable expression was back, as though she had struck some shred of truth, but then it vanished under the mask of cold contempt and control. He stood from his chair, stalking toward her until she rose from hers as well. His eyes were filled with raw hunger, and Jane's heart began hammering away again. "Allow me to show you exactly what you are to me," he growled only inches from her lips.

In an instant, they were in Loki's chambers where he pushed Jane back onto the bed, moving over her on all fours. He removed the hands that had gripped his shoulders and forced them to the top of the bed. Jane watched wide-eyed as Loki materialized a piece of fabric and bound her wrists together. The bond was tight enough to limit her movement without hurting her. He lowered himself so their faces were inches apart and she had a full view of the wild hunger in his eyes. Loki traced a single finger along her jaw, growling, "Do not for one minute think that you are more than a tool to me, an object for my pleasure. I own you."

Jane gasped as Loki ripped the front of her gown in two, revealing her heaving chest. He effortlessly ripped apart the sleeves and whisked the entire garment from her body. She lay beneath him, legs forced together between his powerful thighs as he took stock of her figure covered only in the matching bits of black lace barely concealing her breasts and core. Her heart was pounding as she waited to discover what Loki would do to her.

She lifted her arms to reach out to him, to pull him closer, but he pinned her down again, harder this time. "You will do nothing without my permission. You will not even come unless I command you to do so. Do you understand?" He trailed his hands down her arms and to her breasts, rising and falling heavily with each breath. Loki circled his thumbs over her hardened buds exposed by the sheer fabric, drawing a breathy moan from Jane's throat. "Answer me," he demanded as he circled her again, driving the sensation higher.

"Yes," Jane whispered. She was already falling apart at his touch. She couldn't refuse him.

"Stay still." With a twitch of his fingers, Loki made the lace dissipate. He lowered his lips to her round fullness as his hands worked up her sides to firmly squeeze her breasts together. He sucked on a breast, slowly withdrawing his lips until there was nothing but his tongue circling the hardened bud of her nipple, forcing Jane to draw ragged breaths. Loki repeated the action on her other breast, this time rolling the nipple still warm from his mouth between his fingers. Jane arched her back, pressing herself closer to his mouth. He tugged her hardened bud through his teeth, causing Jane to cry out louder as her pleasure mixed with the pain. "I said to stay still." With a whimper, Jane complied and forced her back to press against the bed as Loki continued his pleasurable assault on her breasts.

With each swirl of his tongue and pinch of his fingers, Jane felt the well of desire inside of herself growing deeper and deeper. He'd been torturing her like this for days, and it wasn't enough anymore. She could feel her wetness beginning to coat her thighs and she ached for him to be inside of her. She fought the nearly involuntary moans long enough to cry out, "Please, Loki. I need more."

He raised his head from her breasts, revealing half-lidded eyes heavy with desire. "Beg me. Tell me exactly what you want and beg me for it."

Loki increased the pressure of his movements, causing Jane to fight back screams. She couldn't take this torture for a second longer. "Fuck me." Her voice was dripping with raw, carnal need. "Please, Loki. Take me. Fuck me. I need you," her speech was interrupted by a heavy moan as he tugged her with his teeth again. "I need you inside of me."

Moving his mouth toward the center of her chest, Loki sucked, kissed, and nipped a trail of skin from the swell of her breasts to the sensitive flesh beneath her ear. He dragged a hand across her stomach, dipping below her navel, under the lace, into her heat. He hissed a sharp intake of breath. "Your body is begging me, too, Jane." Sliding his finger up through her folds, he found her swollen clit and circled it once, twice, three times until Jane cried out loudly. Every point of contact between them sent lightning bolts of pleasure throughout her body, but it still wasn't enough. With each circle of his fingers, he took her higher and higher, but she felt her internal walls quivering with need. She needed him to fill every last centimeter of space within her, to give her what he had been making her dream of for so long.

"Please." Her voice was a tortured whimper of lust and longing.

Loki raised himself above her again, slowing his fingers to a tortuous pace that let her pleasure simmer without building it any further. "It's not enough just to give me your body. Surrender yourself to me."

No. Anything else I can give you, but not that. Jane screwed her eyes shut, trying to think of any way around Loki's demands. She felt him slide his finger back to her aching hollow of need. He pushed two fingers inside, curling them up her walls, pushing, circling until he found her point of pleasure. Jane cried out again, hips bucking of their own accord. "Open your eyes." She forced herself to meet the intensity of his gaze. He was drinking in the pleasure radiating off of her body in waves of ecstasy as he worked his fingers against her.

"I can't," she whispered.

"You can." He grasped her chin with his free hand, tilting her face to meet his. "Don't fight this. Allow yourself to submit to me."

Jane was entranced by his words. It would be so easy. She could obey, let him push her body to the limits of its pleasure. She could give every last piece of herself to him. Loki halted her train of thought by crashing his lips against hers and sliding his tongue through her lips. She opened her mouth to his, matching him in pressure. She swirled her tongue against his and moaned into his mouth as his fingers circled her G-spot again. When he pulled away, breathless, she caught a look in his emerald eyes that she hadn't expected. It was a flicker of the look she had seen before, the one that revealed the cracks in his wicked persona. The look that convinced her that somewhere inside of the monster there lie fragility and vulnerability. The look that told her that even if she gave herself to him completely, she would never be merely an object to him, no matter what he may say. The look was gone again in a heartbeat, but Jane had already made up her mind. She would take the leap, damned whatever she may find on the other side.

"I belong to you." Her words were quiet, but her voice didn't waver for an instant.

Suddenly, Loki's lips were crashing over hers again, and his fingers were now pumping furiously in and out of her. She moaned into his mouth with each thrust, feeling her body fill with a mounting pleasure. "Loki," she purred. She was close. So, so close.

"Come for me. Now." As soon as the words dropped from his lips, Jane felt her body spasm. She cried out again, riding the waves of pleasure bursting from her orgasm. Just as it began to fade, Loki ran his thumb over her clit, accelerating the pleasure to new heights.

"Fuck!" Jane screamed, as she gyrated her hips against his hand. He pumped her until she lay still, limp with the exhaustion of sexual bliss. She let her eyes flutter closed as she basked in the sated feeling. The bed shifted when Loki got up, but Jane paid no mind. She only looked up again when she heard Loki chuckling softly from the edge of the bed.

"Oh, we are nowhere near done, Jane. I'm going to make you come until you beg me to stop."

"I don't think I can-"

He silenced her with a piercing glare that penetrated her skin and dug deep inside of her. "You can, and you will." He loosened the tie around his neck and licked his lips as his eyes roamed over her naked form. "Touch yourself."

She watched him with a growing hunger as the tie dropped from his neck and the first few buttons of his shirt came undone. Jane stared at the carved muscle of his chest just barely exposed beneath his loosened collar as she slid her hands down her body. "Will you untie me?" She raised her hands slightly toward him in offering.

Another flash of his eyes. "No." He was sliding out of his jacket, pulling off the belt. His movements were fluid, graceful in a way that left Jane entranced, unable to move or look away. He stopped undressing when he noticed she was frozen, staring at him. "Jane," he growled from low in his throat, indicating for her to continue.

A gasp escaped her when he said her name like that. The raw, primal power of his voice ignited an ember within her she hadn't realized was still burning until this moment. I can do this again. With her hands tied together, it was difficult to find the right angle, but she succeeded in coating her fingers in the copious juices left scattered between her thighs. Loki watched her with predatory eyes as her fingers circled her clit slowly, further drawing out the need that had been building there. Her hands found the rhythm her body needed, alternating between soft and agonizingly slow circles and moments of increased pressure and speed.

At the foot of the bed, Loki moaned deeply, continuing to undo the buttons on his shirt one by one. Jane gave pleasure-filled sighs as each button was removed, exposing a few more inches of the toned torso she wanted pressed against her. At last he had shed his shirt completely, and began to remove the pants. Another cry escaped Jane, louder this time, as he tugged them slowly down his hips. Finally, tantalizingly, he removed his underwear until he was standing before her completely bare, gently stroking his hardened length.

Jane watched through waves of ever more intense sensations as he walked back to the bed, crawled on top of her, paused on all fours above her. She moaned as he lowered his shaft between her thighs, gliding the head through her folds to gather wetness. "Ah!" Jane couldn't wait a single moment longer. She was getting close, she needed him in her now. "Fuck me," she pleaded.

Loki guided himself to her entrance, groaning as he came in contact with her heat. "Can you take me?" He pushed the head inside of her and they both cried out together. "You're so tight." Already Jane could feel him stretching her. It was a warm, tantalizing feeling, but it wasn't enough.

"Give me more," she breathed.

"Like this?" He slid deeper into her, and Jane felt her insides burning and stretching to take him. Her fingers were flying between their joined bodies at a rapid pace, sending her quickly toward her peak.

"All of it," she begged. "I need everything. I'm so close."

Their cries tangled together as he pierced her to the deepest parts of herself, filling her, stretching her beyond capacity. His breathing was labored from the effort of remaining still, from resisting pumping into her mercilessly. "I need to feel you come," he groaned. "Let me feel your pussy tighten around me."

His words sent Jane over the edge. Her orgasm was ripping through her, wild, uncontrollable. Her hips fluttered, her walls clenched, squeezing him, gripping him within her. His name spilled from her lips as part of a scream, a moan, a plea as her body continued to tremble. She clamped her legs around his waist, arched her back, and with a final wave of pleasure she began to descend back from the blinding light he'd sent her to. But before she could fall completely back to Earth, Loki began moving inside of her.

"Loki." She was barely able to whisper, barely able to breathe.

He groaned slightly as he began increasing the length of his movements, pulling back a bit further each time, pushing in a little farther. "You can do it, Jane. You are going to come again. You're going to come for me." Grunts punctuated his speech as he pulled back to her very entrance, until he was nearly out of her completely before he slammed back inside of her, spearing her in one long stroke. Jane cried out at the force of his movements, but there was nothing she could do. She was helpless, and if he wanted to make her come again, all she could do was hang on for dear life. He increased the speed of his motions, rocking their bodies together as he pounded into her. Just as she felt her walls begin to shiver, he stopped, fully sheathed inside of her.

"Mmm, not yet. Not until I am all the way inside of you."

Jane tried to ask him what he meant, but her speech was lost in a moan as her insides clenched once more. Before she could speculate about his intent, Loki grasped her by the ankles and forced her legs to bend, thighs coming up to her chest, knees spread apart. Oh.

He stared at her with an intensity she hadn't dreamed was possible. His voice was colored with the strain of holding on to what little self control remained to him. "You are going to take me all of the way inside of you and I am going to make you come harder than you have in your entire life. And when you come, you are going to scream my name."

After that, all words were lost as he plunged himself into her once more. He was right, with her legs spread open before him, he was even deeper inside of her. She burned, she stretched as he spread her apart, drilling into her harder and harder. His hands slid to the underside of her knees, holding her in place, widening her. He drove into her faster, until the fire inside of her turned into a white-hot sun, until she felt like she was shattering into millions of tiny pieces. Jane screamed as her climax hit, making every single muscle in her body quiver with the intensity of its awe. His name dripped from her lips in low moans. She threw her arms around Loki's neck, holding onto him for dear life as her body was wracked by wave after wave of searing heat. And then she felt his pace break as he slammed into her twice in quick succession and cried out with the force of his own release. Her insides still contracting, she pulled his release from him in hot spurts that dripped between their entwined bodies as they tried to steady their breathing.

She stayed like that for several moments, filled by Loki, consumed by him. Their foreheads were pressed together now, her arms still around his neck as their chests rose and fell. She wanted to say something to him, but she couldn't find the words. She could only breathe, and try to come back to reality after the life-shattering moment they had just shared.

After a few more seconds, Loki disentangled their bodies and stalked away from the bed. When he returned, he was covered by the deep green robe he'd worn earlier. Jane watched in confusion as he threw her a towel and turned toward the door.

"Where are you going?" she called.

He said nothing as he closed the door behind him.


A/N: See? I wasn't kidding. This chapter was really fun to write, but I'm expecting a slightly slower turnaround on Chapter 9 - stay tuned for more soon!

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