“Mmmm.” It was a nonverbal hum; Loki wasn’t inclined to use mouth or tongue for talking when he could keep coaxing those jerks and whispers out of her. In fact, even the hum was uttered in a way that the vibration of sound would complement, not interfere.

His hands, though, smoothed up her thighs to her hips, to agree that he rather liked her like this: breathless and shaking because of him.