I see you || Loki

10.Dawn Daliance

You tried to stay awake, to keep Loki's smell and warmth and soft breathing from lulling you into sleep.

You failed.

You woke with Loki's hands on you, coming to awareness in a rush. You gasped and he captured your first breath in a kiss. It was like waking on fire. He pressed against you, hard and insistent, speeding the pace of your heart, synching it to the rapid beat of his. His hands swept up your body and he ducked to take your nipple into his mouth. You gasped and arched into him. His hand slid under the curve of your back, lifting your hips into him so you could feel the press of his cock against you. There was no time to think, no time to breathe, all you could do was respond.

Loki moved lower and pressed a kiss to each rib in turn. In his absence, you noticed a cold weight that settled on top of your chest. You looked down, puzzled. A necklace lay across your chest, the same one that you'd neglected the night before.

"When did you—?"

Loki chuckled. "I brought it when I returned your clothes to your room this morning. I did tell you..." He looked up, eyes locking with yours over the shining stones of the necklace. "I wanted to see you in nothing else." He kissed around the necklace, nosing the stones to the side to give himself easier access to your breasts. "You were spectacular last night."

"You were an ass last night."

Loki chuckled. His mouth trailed lower, never staying in one place for long. You gasped and moaned, mind trying desperately to grasp at any logical action. But you couldn't. Everything was a blur of Loki—his hands and lips, the burn of his skin against yours. 

When you moved to sit up after him, he stopped you. "Be still, love," he said, his voice stern. He pushed you back against the pillows. "Be good and lie back. Let me take care of you." It was a sweet thing to say, yet he phrased it as a command, just as forceful as any other he'd given you. He kissed his way down your stomach and settled between your legs. "I told you last night I would give you anything you wanted. Don't waste the opportunity." He sucked and bit at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh and you gasped. "Anything you desire, sweetheart. All you have to do is tell me."

You whined. Why play this game now? "Please don't make me ask," you said. "Please. You already know."

Loki looked up, surprised eyes meeting your own. A smile crossed his face, softening the sharp features. "Sweet girl. How is it you always unravel all my resolve?"

Loki bent to you and licked his way inside. Your head fell back, mouth open in a silent cry. He settled between your legs, like he never planned to leave, and looped one arm over your hips to hold you in place, leaving you with no escape. He took his time, slow strokes of his tongue working you higher. Without your hands bound by his words, you were free to tangle them in his hair. He slid one finger inside you, then two, taking up a rhythm that made you see stars.  You lost track of what he was doing or how. For all you knew, it was magic. He circled your clit with his thumb, pressing just hard enough and you gasped and whined, abandoning his hair in favor of clutching at the sheets.

"Be as loud as you like, love," Loki said. "No one can hear you but me." Still you held quiet. Perhaps he said no one could hear you, but Loki lied as often as he breathed. But he didn't make it easy for you. Your enjoyment built under his relentless attention until you were practically shaking. You turned your head to stifle a moan into his pillow. "So stubborn," he said. "Resist if you like, sweet, but you'll scream for me in the end."

Slow and lazy gave way to steady power. Your muscles tensed, holding you on the edge of oblivion so long that they hurt. Loki played you along the precipice—so close, refusing to let you fall—until your panting breaths turned to sobs and cries. You came with a shout, the sound echoing off the walls around you.