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In need of something sweet, you ventured into the compound’s kitchen and settled yourself at the counter, where you indulged in a decadent slice of cake until the sound of bare feet on the tiled floor alerted you to someone entering the room.
Your boyfriend Loki stopped opposite of where you sat, his smoldering gaze meeting yours when you held out your fork and asked, “Would you like a taste?”
He licked his lips as he leaned forward, dark curtains of hair framing his handsome face, and answered you in a tone that made your toes curl: “I’d much rather taste you.”