I fell asleep at my desk, surrounded by paintings inspired by Asgard. A city of vast golden spires, blanketed by opalescent clouds and vibrant rainbows. Rapid crystalline waterfalls cascading into ever-flowing rivers, nourishing the lush green foliage that ran past the silver horizon. If I could dream of that place, maybe I could take Loki back home. Even if it wasn't real, even if it were just for the night, maybe it could make him happy.

Down, down, down, I tumbled deeper into the dark rabbit hole. The shadows caressed me in a soothing warmth. Like freefalling into a blackened sun. Swept under the currents of my subconscious, I jolted awake. "Awake" was a funny term for it. My shot open as the well-known dreamy haze pulled into vision. "Awake" but in a lucid dream-state.

The bed I laid in was my own. The same four navy blue walls surrounded me. Outside the blind barred windows was a lavish green field sprinkled with autumn leaves. It was like my room was lost in a secluded forest. A warm colored canopy hid the moon away, but night still fell like a shroud. This wasn't Asgard.

The decadent and bitter scent of black coffee mixed with the bold touch of mahogany hit my nose. Am arm curled around my waist and pulled me into a tight embrace. My back against his chest, he pressed his lips delicately to my ear, and nipped. I winced and let out a squeak as the pain subsided. He tugged the tender flesh of my lobe before kissing the reddening mark.

"Not even a 'hello'?" I asked as his kisses trailed the nape of my neck.

"Hello," he groaned between kiss and bite.

I couldn't suppress the smile that crept across my lips. He found a tender supple place to sink his teeth into. It tickled and hurt all at once. My thighs quaked as a hot sensation spurred between them. His cold fingers lurked along the edge of my blouse, snaking under the fabric, just barely touching my skin. My fingers slipped into his messy locks of jet black hair. His kiss deepened. His grip around my waist tightened. I sank into him. Grinding against him with lustful fervor. A carnal groan escaped his throat, melting into my skin as he dug his teeth further. He could've drawn blood, but he pulled back just before my flesh could break. He was growing, stiffening, against the small of my back. He planted a firm hand on my hip to slow the impulsive rhythm.

"You're so sensitive," Loki reminded me. "I haven't even begun and already you can't control yourself."

My face was hot. Beyond blushing. Fire swelled within my veins. The thought of him getting hard because of me set my heart into overdrive. The feeling of it wasn't something I didn't think my body could handle.

Loki's nails dug into supple flesh, forcing my ass against the unmistakable inside his pants. I moaned softly. He had control over my body. He lapped our hips against each other's in torturously slow rotation. He reveled each sound that poured from my throat.

"Do you feel something you like?" he asked, deliberately thrusting his bulge against me.

I nodded, unable to form words. The sensation was too intense.

He uncoiled his arm and ran an icy hand over the outside of my shirt. Fingers dragged along the buttons, plucking at them with his nails like he wanted to snap them off. Winter's chill crept over my sweltering skin. Loki's hand wrapped around my neck like a choker made of ice.

"I'm sorry, bunny, did the words get stuck in your throat?" he whispered in my ear.

I gasped as his fingers closed, squeezing, filling my head with the hot rush of blood. Thin wisps of air still filled my lungs. I shuddered.

Biting my lip, I moaned, "Yes."

His gripped tightened. "Yes, sir," he corrected me.

"Yes, sir," I sighed happily.

He placed just the right amount of pressure against my throat. I could breathe, but only just. The hand gripping my hip had moved up my shirt. Gods, his touch made my inside stir with mindless pleasure. He stopped suddenly. His hand was stuck between the constricting fabric and my stomach.

A husky growl escaped his lips. Releasing my throat, he set both hands to the middle of my blouse. In one quick draw, the shirt was ripped opens. Buttons flew in every direction. Frigid air licked my exposed skin sending a pleasurable shiver to my thighs. He took no time to caress the curves now at his disposal. One hand slipped under my black laced bra while the other clasped around both of my wrists, pinning them above my head.

The room filled with sighs and moans as Loki took his time, exploring the curves of my body with great care. His mouth fell gently upon mine. Soft like feathers, he graced my lips, parting them with ease as he slid his skillful tongue over mine. His rasping moans poured into my mouth.

His thumb began circling my erect nipple. It felt like an ice cube dancing on my bare flesh. I craned my head back as a soothing wave of pleasure echoed between my thighs, losing the embrace of his lips. He toyed with it. Flicking his thumb over and around my sensitive peak. He watched me twitch and whine with a knowing smirk.

Loki sat up, straddling my hips. I took this moment to breathe and admire the man I'd welcome into my bed. He was still dressed in Misgardian clothes. His black collared button up with black slacks and a black leather belt. My eyes fell to the impressive outline of his manhood that hung close to his thigh. He saw me gawking. How could I not?

"Naughty girl," he said with a smirk.

My eyes snapped back to his face. "I'm sorry," I sputtered.

He gently took my hand and planted it on his hard cock, guiding me to stroke him. His chest sank. A soft controlled breath left his lip as I massaged him through his clothes. "You did this," he stated. His nimble fingers unlatched his belt and moved to the button of his pants. "Now, come and take care of it," Loki demanded.

He sat up tall still on his knees. His fully engorged member now exposed to the open air. I planted myself on my knees in front of him. Somehow he still towered over me.

Smooth, hard, and hot with a quickening pulse, I took his shaft into my eager hands.

How did touching him make me feel good? Just the sensation of his cock throbbing made my heart pound with desire. Pleasure pulsed below my hips. Watching his eyes fall heavy with satisfaction. His hushed moans breaking the stillness.

The rose colored tip of his member dripped a clear bead of pre-cum. It trickled half-way down his length before I lapped it with my tongue.

"Gods," he groaned through his teeth.

I went to pull away but his fingers laced through my hair. Silently telling me to stay there.

From base to tip, I ran my tongue along his length. His head fell back as weighed pleasure pulled through his body. My lips took in the tip with a wet silky caress, licking the sensitive underside. I lowered my head, taking him in with slow methodical movements. His fingered tightened. He gripped a handful of hair and began guiding my mouth. His low raspy moans mixed with the soft wet sucking sounds, creating a symphony of lustful noise.

He helped me ease him deeper. Taking every inch was difficult, but I was determined. I pushed myself, feeling the tip of his manhood brush past the opening of my throat. He held me there for a moment, listening to me gag. His low moans fueled my arousal. I happily waited for him to let me breathe again.

When he pulled me free his cock was slick with saliva and engorged with a yearning ache. A storm of hunger erupted in his eyes. He said nothing. Bending over, he kissed me passionately, knocking me on my back. No more teasing. No more casually toying with the fabric between us. Loki was consumed by desire. As was I.

He grasped the side of my pants and slid them down to my ankles. Without hesitation, I kicked them off, and discarded them to the floor. I tried to unbutton Loki's shirt but my hands weren't fast enough. He rose and pulled it off over his head, tossing it to the darkness.

Our naked bodies were pressed together as our lips parted and collided. Everything was perfect. If I woke up, I'd never forgive myself. I said a silent prayer in my head. Please don't wake me up.

His hips between my thighs, his cock was grinding against the wet folds of my sex. I lifted my hips a little, hoping I could edge him closer to where I wanted him. But I knew better than that. Even while controlled with laden desire, Loki loved nothing more than to hear me beg.

"Loki," I whined sensually.

"Yes, bunny?" he purred into my ear.

"Please," I beckoned.

His hips curled, just enough to stroke my sensitive clit with his shaft. "Please, what?" Loki playfully whispered. His voice was rough with hot desire, but he still managed to control himself enough to play with me.

This had gone far past "touch me". I burrowed my face into his neck, his soft black hair concealing my humiliated face. "Please, fuck me," I begged.

He curled his arm around my waist, melding our bodies together as he entered me. I gasped in surprised. It felt amazing. He was slow and careful. His impressive girth stretched the walls of my sex. I was scared it would hurt. Usually, it hurt. I couldn't process the fact that he'd gotten me so wet and ready to take him in, that there wasn't a real possibility it would hurt. It was just pleasure.

I sighed deeply as I felt him push deep inside me. My heavy breath hitting the curve of his neck. His low groan entered my ear like a sonnet, sending a different kind of pleasure soaring through me.

He rocked his hips slowly. Attentively. Like a gentle wave easing its way onto shore. "More," I moaned against his skin.

His fingers dug into my hips as he steadied his pace. Deep in my stomach, those tight strings were being plucked and strummed as he pulled out and thrusted himself into me. I caressed his bulging pectorals as my hands slide around his back. His muscles flexing and relaxing in rich motion.

"It's so hard not to break you," he moaned in a sultry velvet voice.

He bucked his hips into mine, harder than before. I gasped and sighed, loving the sensation. "Break me," I begged.

I felt his smile against my skin. He rose a little, hovering his face over mine. He cupped my cheek in his hand. I kissed his palm and then his wrist, savoring his hard pulse against my lips. He thrusted harder, faster. A shock of torrid lust filled my veins let sputtered, crackling over my nerve-endings like fire crackers.

His hand slithered down, caressing my hips for a moment. He steadied me, keeping his beautiful rhythm. Then he gripped the meat of my thighs. He lifted them slightly, slipping deeper into my warm wet sex. His tip jutted against my cervix. I could feel his thrusted deep in my stomach. Every collision sent a heavier vibration of delectable bliss across my sex. The gentle tide had grown into a wave of carnality.

An orgasm began to swell as the muscles of my sex clasped around his. My moan became a scream. A wanton cry.

"Loki," I managed, "please let me come."

He buried himself in me. Coating himself in liquid pleasure. His nails breaking skin as they sank into the plush meat of my thighs. Growling a velveteen command, "Come for me, bunny." His voice was void of composure, but soaked in carnal rapture.

I obeyed. Shattering like glass at his command. He rode me harder, encouraging the muscles of my quivering sex to erupt and contract. His cock began jerk inside me. Riding the wake of my climax, Loki was urged into his own. He quickened himself with strong thrusts, burrowing inside the cozy wet cave in long slick glides. Pleasure poured from him as he moaned into my ear.

We both collapsed into each other in a final release. My body fell into the bunched sheets that clung to my hot skin. Loki's head rested on my breasts. He was breathing heavily, as was I. Our hearts still racing.

He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me into a tender embrace. I let my hands rest on his forearm, fingers tracing the lean muscle beneath. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment before it could be ripped from me by the cruel dawn.

"Elaina," Loki began.

I nuzzled my face into his neck, kissing the soft hollow just below his Adam's apple. "What?" I blissfully sighed.

"Tomorrow, I want you to touch me. Physically touch me. Can you do that?"

I wasn't sure what he was asking. What he was truly asking. Was he inviting me into the depths of his psyche? Was there something he wanted to show me that he couldn't put into words? Or was he just still hungry from our metaphysical encounter?

"I'll need time to think about it," I replied.

Loki kissed my forehead. "Take your time. Now, wake up," he said.

My subconscious obeyed. Even though I wanted to protest. The white vignette was swallowed by darkness. Loki disappeared from view. I was pulled into a spiraling hell with no voice to scream. When I awoke, I was sprawled across my desk and cold. Utterly alone.