Drip… Drip….
A white nectar flowed from dark slits that had turned red due to the relentless pounding.
Aether stared between Nyx's trembling legs, watching the slick sheen glisten in the faint morning light.
He arched an eyebrow, 'Fuck. I lost my control…' he thought, the sting of regret flickering across his face.
He couldn't believe he had just lost himself so completely… Just because she whispered those wicked, breathless words—filthy, needy, teasing—he'd surrendered all restraint and fucked her, no care for the consequences, letting raw hunger decide everything.
He looked up at Nyx, who watched him with a half-sleepy, swollen-eyed gaze. Her hair was tangled around her face, lips parted, skin flushed and dewy. Shyness danced across her features as she caught his eyes.
