Yes, she'd stopped, and it had been more than worth it just to see him struggle, just to take in the effect she'd had on him. Was having on him.

Octavia didn't say anything - but as soon as he'd taken the picture, her hips pulled back again. And thrust back in. No adjustment period, just right back to that harsh rhythm she'd had before he'd reminded them about the pictures.

It ripped a loud moan from her. Definitely chasing something, now.