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Abby believed him. Agony lined Loki’s face: his lips flat, eyebrows furrowed, and scar taut with tension. He said she’d come on his c**k, and she implicitly knew that she would. Not being a complete innocent, she was prepared for the pain. Although she was coming down from her c****x, she was still keyed up. Stretched out beneath him, she kept her thighs spread open, painted with her release and the light scuffs from the bristles on his jaw. There was the delicious hurt on her outer thighs, where his fingers had grabbed her roughly.
Imprisoned between his bulging biceps, Loki’s huge shoulders blocked out the overhead light she’d forgotten to turn off when she’d rushed into the bedroom. Her gaze raked down his sublime body. He looked ruthless, like a warrior brute. Add a loincloth and
