Third Person's POV
"L-Little Ethan—" Her fractured plea dissolved into whimpers as his mouth grew more insistent and each of his pulls at her nipple sent shockwaves through her starved nerves.
Her hips rolled of their own accord as it seemed friction where his unconscious body pressed against her.
Suddenly, his palms gripped her hips with startling force and Nyx's eternal composure fractured.
"You… presumptuous pup," she breathed fast though the reprimand lacked venom.
His fingers dug into supple flesh and kneaded her plump ass with a boldness that made her pulse roar in her ears.
She felt every bounce and shift of her body through his touch and it seemed like a mirror that reflected all her desires that she didn't even know existed in her heart and mind.
Nyx could feel her ass jiggling and bouncing in his grasp.