"Please, please, please ...", you beg, feeling Loki's body press against your back.
His teeth slide over your neck, carefully biting you with the exact right pressure to make you moan. "What, darling?"
"Devour me, take me, do me, please!" You lean your head into his neck so he has better access to your neck, already being so aroused by little things like his fingertips sliding over your hips, his naked chest against your back, the small but sensory feeling of him kissing your neck while his tongue flicks over your hot skin ...
"Oh dear, are you thirsty?", he teases, not stopping the kisses.
"More than that", you pant. "I am thirsty, hungry, starving."
"Good. Then take me."