The edge to his voice isn’t entirely annoyance when he replies. “How should I *gasp* know? You do what you like, call the shots, how’s that?” Grabbing at Loki’s shoulders, he precludes an answer by drawing the other into a fierce kiss.
With a growl, Loki breaks the kiss. “As you wish. I am not the most gentle of lovers, at times, and was simply giving you the benefit of deciding how you wanted it.”
”Oh dear gods of hell …” he breathes as soon as she takes him in. The sense of her words registers a moment later. “If you move I’m not actually sure I can take it.” Obedient all the same, he rakes one hand down her side, relishing the feel of her skin under his fingers, while the other goes back to work between her thighs.