Nyx sat up, her legs straddling him as she placed her palms flat on his chest. Her fingers moved in slow, lazy circles over his skin, tracing every defined line and scar as if memorizing him with touch alone.
"If you want me to keep going," she murmured, eyes half-lidded, voice laced with playfulness, "you'll have to do exactly what I say."
Finn didn't miss a beat. "Anything."
She smirked, eyes gleaming. "One—I'm doing everything. You move, you lose. Two—you're not allowed to touch me. Not unless I say so."
Finn's jaw clenched, and his hands instinctively twitched beneath her. "That's cruel."
She leaned down, her lips grazing his jaw. "Do we have a problem?"
He hesitated, fighting the urge to flip her over right then and there. But when she made a motion to move off him, he immediately caught her waist, holding her in place.
"Don't," he said, his voice low, strained. "Don't stop."
Nyx's smile curved in satisfaction. "Good boy."
