Loki felt her fingernails dig into his back as his hips moved slowly, teasing her, tormenting her. He watched her face as she closed her eyes, mouth opening in the form of an "o." Her back arched off the bed, pushing her body closer to his. Loki dropped his head to her neck, lips and tongue caressing her delicate skin. Holly gasped, turning her head towards his to kiss his temple. "God, Loki," she moaned, her hands finally resting at his shoulders.
"You're mine," he growled in her ear, accented by a sharp thrust. Holly threw her head back, crying out. "Say it." His hips picked up the pace until he was slamming into her. "Say it!"
"I'm yours, Loki! I'm yours!" she cried out, burying her face into his hair. "I'm so close." She whimpered, "Please, Loki,"
"Say it," he groaned into her ear, pumping faster. "Say it again."
"I'm yours!" Holly gasped, "Loki, please look at me." He pulled his face from her neck, allowing her to look into his eyes. "My God!" she moaned, resting her forehead against his. Their eyes stayed locked as she shattered around him, screaming out in pleasure. Loki grabbed her hips roughly, pounding into her to come to his release. Holly slowly recovered, running her hand over his hair. "Come, Loki. Come for me." She whispered. "Come for me, my king." Loki released into her with a growl, collapsing into her body.
After a few breaths, her king pulled out of her and crawled out of the bed, his clothes appearing on his body out of thin air. Holly sat up warily, pulling the green sheets around her torso. "Where are you going?" she asked quietly, watching as he headed for the door.
"I'll be back. " he said quietly, stopping to turn and look at her momentarily before disappearing out the door.
Holly fell back to the bed, taking a deep breath. Her hand covered her eyes as she felt the tears coming back. Is this how it would be every time they made love? He would finish and leave?
"Fuck," she groaned, pulling the sheet tighter around her body and curling up into a ball on the massive bed.
Loki returned to his chambers later that night to find Holly curled up in a deep sleep on his bed. He pursed his lips in thought. Would he decide to treat this woman the way a mortal man would treat a human or would he do the typical Loki reaction and force her into her own chambers.
He studied her for a moment- red hair flowing freely across the pillow, lush lips parted in relaxation, the covers covering her completely. She was quite the beautiful specimen with the heart to match. His hand itched to reach out and touch her skin again, just to remember how soft it had been.
A small sigh escaped her lips as she shifted, rolling completely onto her side. One hand slid to the opposite side of the bed, as if feeling for the other body that belonged in it. He carefully reached down and placed his hand over hers. She responded by lacing their fingers together and pulling his hand closer to her body, which left him no choice but to lean towards the bed, giving his arm some leeway.
Slowly, Loki climbed on the bed, as not to wake the sleeping woman beside him. Would she allow him to hold her? What did the Midgardians call it? Cuddling? Spooning?
He carefully wound his arms around her, pulling her close. It didn't take long for Holly to react, her hand resting on his chest and her head moving to his shoulder. Surprised by her actions, Loki watched her for any signs of consciousness. When she didn't show any, he gently ran a hand over her red curls, feeling how smooth and soft they were against his rough skin.
He looked down at her parted, relaxed lips, wishing he could kiss her deeply, tasting her sweet little mouth again. A thought finally crossed his mind… did she feel the same? Did she want him as much as he wanted her?
Her reaction to the woman that had approached him earlier in the day had surprised him. She had been so incredibly angry- possibly more angry than he had been about the situation. He could sense that she had been hurt many times before.
The sex- oh the sex- had been amazing. Her body had felt absolutely perfect beneath his. The way she had willingly screamed and cried out for him, writhing and shaking beneath him.
Most women he had approached had been scared of him, yet this woman had taken him head on, quite literally. She was brave and he would reward that.
The question was: how far could he push her?