Archer watched as she could only nod, words failing her as her hips moved in time with his rubbing, chasing the edge of ecstasy. The woman's hands roamed his chest, nails scraping lightly over his skin, leaving faint red trails.
The room seemed to pulse thanks to their shared energy, air thick with the scent of her love juices pouring out. Both could feel the faint hum of magic that lingered like a second skin over the couple.
Every touch was a spark, every moan a flame, building toward something unstoppable, something that Nyx had grown addicted to ever since being together. ''Arghh~~,'' she moaned into his ear, turning him on even more.
Nyx's body tensed, her thighs trembling as his fingers pushed her closer to the brink, her breaths growing more erratic, her grip on him tightening as she surrendered to the intense sensations she was receiving.
