Summer can’t even move for long moments, her body already softly aching with that sense of being properly used for one. The warmth of his hand on her stomach is comforting, and she closes her eyes again to simply revel in the throbbing throughout, catching little aftershocks with sharp intakes of breath. the desire to touch Loki, to return the favour in kind, is pretty strong by now, and she’s terribly tempted to burn away the cloth holding her prisoner.