The sound Bo made when Loki was finally in her was, perhaps, a sound only reserved for Succubi when they were completely and utterly placated. Her kisses her hard and her teeth occasionally ran across his lips as her body instinctively moved with him. Her hips were not going to wait for him and they pressed up to establish a rhythm that was wanton and needy without romantic intimacy.

Her body felt as if it were on fire and Loki felt good.