A feral grin bared Loki's teeth still further from where he gripped Daegmar at the way she shifted to accommodate his weight, no argument or struggle against his obvious intentions. She was shuddering beneath him, yearning for him. Practically begging him. As he balanced himself he released his bite, delivering a series of nibbles along her spine that were less caress and more arrogance. The desire seared through his veins like poison, blinding and deafening him to all but this moment, this very second, as he began to move. With one swift motion he joined them as one, laying claim to her in the most intimate way possible.
Fade to Black
OOC: Lame short post, sorry, but now we can apply for pups. :D
