His Dove (Loki Laufeyson)

Part 85 (Insatiable)

Warning: spice 🔥🔥🔥

"Are you alright?" I asked softly as we got back to our chambers.

Loki had seemed off, but not in an angry sense. He seemed off in the same way I get thrown off when I overthink.

"Yes." He said calmly as he opened the door, analyzing the scorched handprint.

Fuck, I probably embarrassed the hell out of him by failing to control my temper. Or perhaps I offended him, automatically assuming the worst when the woman showed up at his door.

"I'm sorry about the door." I whispered as I walked in, fiddling with my fingers.

Loki's airy chuckle made me look up.

"Don't be, my love." He hummed as he shut the door, striding towards me. "Just proof of my lady's ferocity. Lay your claim as you see fit." I smirked a bit and he leaned down, his lips grazing my ear. "Trust that I enjoy watching you show the realms what is yours."

With that his teeth found the sensitive skin just under my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

"You are insatiable." I murmured out against a deep breath.

"For you, my queen, I am." He whispered as he backed me towards the bed. "You feel like the finest silk on my fingertips, you taste like the fountains of Valhalla on my tongue, and you sound like the most angelic melody when you moan at my touch. How could I possibly be satisfied when you're so delectably appetizing?"

Loki was already on top of me by the time I understood anything, my mind in a haze at his words. The god was most definitely a silver-tongued mastermind.

This time, he got my dress off quickly, all but ripping it completely off of me and swiftly throwing the now tattered fabric to the ground.

"Gods, you're divine." He groaned against my collarbone, biting down when his clothed hips rocked against mine.

"Loki, stop teasing." I moaned as his hands held tight grasps on my hips, pulling me to rock against him again.

"I'm not teasing, darling." He chuckled. "Simply relishing."

I nearly growled at that, wanting nothing more than the satisfaction of having Loki in every way I wanted him right now. It had been too long since the last time.

I wrapped a leg around Loki's waist, before forcibly rolling us. I was now on top of him, straddling him to the bed.

"Clothes. Off. Now."

I was still on top of Loki, my head thrown back in pleasure and his hands having an iron grip on my rocking hips when a knock came at the door.

I automatically went to get off of him, but his hands forced me down onto him again. Slowly, he rocked my hips back and forth again, making me whimper. This only made him grin at me.

"Who is it?" He called out towards the door as he eyed me up and down, his voice a noticeable octave lower.

"Your dinner, your highness."

Loki smirked a bit at me, before snapping his fingers. "Leave it on the table by the door, I'll get it momentarily." He called to the other side of the door.

"Yes, my prince."

He grinned as my head slowly fell back again and I stifled a moan.

"Thank you." He called out before waiting only a second more to flip us around, biting my ear before whispering, "You didn't think I'd let you stop over something like that, did you?"