Hex took him apart, bit by bit. He knew what made Nyx gasp, what made him whimper. Between hands and teeth and powerful, sure arms, he put Nyx where he wanted him and enjoyed making him weak.

When he finally hauled him over his knee to tenderize his ass, Hex was hard and needy, but terribly terribly focused.

"Should I tell you I love you again? Do you need to be reminded?" he asked before he smacked him with a loud crack.