Claudia couldn't help but shiver in reaction to that tone in his voice, the way it rolled through her in the same way his body was. She couldn't help arching into him, moving her hips as much as his grip allowed to bring him deeper inside her. The slow pace was nearly torture, and she couldn't help begging, nearly incoherent with need. He was her god, her master, and she would be the one to please him, screaming his name as he filled her.

She couldn't imagine why she'd resisted for so long, because his regard was like the sun, and she would bask in it even if she burned. "Please, Loki, please..."