Valkyrie nearly pinned him with the force she returned the kiss, making the bed tremble when her free grip slammed onto the headboard for leverage. She twisted her fingers at the end of his locks, yanking him forward just for the satisfaction of it.

Everything about Loki was controlled. Frigid—or so he lead others to believe. Even during their first skirmish and his defeat, he hadn’t lost his composure. Seeing and feeling him in the throes of an act as raw as this...it was a great look.

Yanking him back by his pitch black locks, she taunted the wound on his neck with her teeth and drove back hard enough to earn a cry from herself.