He guided Claudia to roll her hips again, and again, driving himself up into her in the same moment with a tireless strength. Training her in just how he wanted her to move, and at the same time seeking out just what angles and places inside her most pleased the girl. His grip was firm enough to bruise, his pace rough and deep, but Loki still wanted to find out just how best to make her come screaming. His other hand tangled in Claudia's hair, tugging her head just slightly to the side. The better to bare her throat above her collar and fix his lips to the racing pulse point of her throat. He grazed his teeth possessively over the spot, before setting to work sucking in a deep red mark.

It was only his voice and his touch for now, but it wasn't as though Loki was unpracticed in reducing mortals to whimpering pleas with those alone. In a while, though, when she truly fell apart, magic would seal her fate and finish binding her to him.