[May's breath hitches in her throat as she feels the bruise being worsened. Her deep brown eyes begin to roll back into her head as she sinks into the sensation of ice meeting heat. She's needing more contact, yet reticent because of the cold. There aren't any woolen blankets lying about to where she could seize one and buffer it all, but she is craving him, her mind superceding common sense, now needing him to claim her, and she decides to fuck it all. Nodding at Loki, May loosens her grip so he can remove a few articles of clothing. She would have him no matter what.
And yet, the exquisite feel of his cool thumbs upon her nipples makes her moan quietly, becoming erect more from his touch than the cold.]
I fucking hope you do,[May says, grinding her hips against his, meeting each dry thrust with one of her own.]
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And yet, the exquisite feel of his cool thumbs upon her nipples makes her moan quietly, becoming erect more from his touch than the cold.]
I fucking hope you do,[May says, grinding her hips against his, meeting each dry thrust with one of her own.]