Harder. Brutally hard. Hex squeezed his cock as he drove into him. Every thrust shoved him a bit up the bed.

Nyx's magic called to him. begged for harder, begged for rougher. Hex wouldn't have resisted, even if he'd wanted to. He held Nyx's wrist so tightly that bruises bloomed beneath his fingers. He dropped low to kiss him, sucking livid marks. And all the while, he was too focused on the nymph's pleasure to consider his own.

He was driven to take Nyx apart.