…
“Want me, want me like I want you.” He hisses against my wet and bruised lips.
His hand leaves my wrist, and he wraps his strong arms around my waist, “wrap your arms around my neck.”
He commands. I obey him.
He gently lifts me up “put your feet on top of mine.”
“Chris-”
“Now…please.”
“All right.”
“Do you see it?”
“What?”
“Now you are … dominating me.”
“Indeed I am dominating you. Brother.”
He bites his lower lip, then he lift me up and push me onto the bed.
“My dear … Loki.”
…