"Bring me over the edge", you whisper.
"Over the edge?", Loki asks and a smile stretches over his face. "Like when I make you feel my hands all over your body, and I massage you in all the ways you desire it, and I fill you and you come until my name echoes in the night? Over the edge of that?"
"Yes", you hiss and look at him with glittering eyes. "Make me come until I am just a moaning nothing helplessy laying in you arms."
"Oh, like that", Loki answers. He smirks. "I can do that. And I will the whole night. Prepare yourself, darling."