”Gods, no. Just please … please … ” It wasn’t enough, but then as sweet as being fingered is, it’s never as good as the closeness to be had from a full penetrative union. She feels empty now, muscles in her thighs seizing and clenching. “Please, Loki, I want you, inside me, your hands wrapped around me, please …” Summer dares to lower her arms, trying somehow, anyhow, to touch him, yearning forward to try to kiss him, anything at all to sate the desire he’s drawn up to the surface.