“There is nothing,” he kissed a line down her neck, “I would rather do.” Laying back, he pulled her on top of him and deftly undid her pants, sliding them down and away. Careful hands pulled back up over her, again and again, pressing her harder against him. ”There is nothing about you that isn’t beautiful,” his fingers memorized the feel of every angle of her. He strained painfully against his pants, and a small whimper escaped his lips.
Half-balanced on Loki, Summer laid her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it raced higher. His tiny whimper made her smile, sliding hands under cloth to shape the lean muscles of him with her fingertips. A little flexion, a little push had her sitting up over him, looking down with a possessive smile.
One hand lay lightly over his navel, stroking downward with the barest pressure. “Details, Loki. Seduce me with your words.”
His breath drew in sharply but he steadied himself. ”Oh, is that what you want? My Summer, so…forceful. I like this.” He pressed his hand over hers and moved it down over him, meeting her eyes with a narrowed gaze. ”What shall I do with you then? Whisper all my secret longings? How I have dreamed of those fire eyes and the heat of your touch?” He leaned up into her. ”How no one has ever bewitched me so quickly? Shall I tell you of your strength, courage, ferocity? No, you must already know all of this.” He pulled her down close again. ”But I suppose it cannot be said enough.” Lips met eager lips.
Freeing her hands from his, Summer slipped them back under his tunic, sliding them up and taking the fabric with her, until she either had to wait or break away from the kiss. Tugging on the hem, she lifted her head a touch to smile into his eyes. “You tell me things I wish to believe, but in my secret heart, I know better. Make me believe, Loki. And take this off. I need to touch you.”
The tunic was off before a second had passed.
“So hungry for my words, my dear. I tire of them.” He dragged her fingers down his chest and lay his head back. ”Touch me and you will need no words.”
Skin and scars lay revealed to her gaze, and Summer took her time over them, tracing lines and ridges with careful fingertips, kissing each mark of pain, drawing her nails down in soft lines. Into his breastbone she whispered, “Emotions are blurred, strange, sliding one into the other without pause. You wished to recant them, just a short while ago, and now you want me in your heart, searching? Make up your mind, ice-king.” She teased her teeth along his nipple, trying to render him speechless.