Worry or no worry, Octavia let that possibility hang over him and his pleasure. She couldn't see his hand, but she could see the movement in his shoulder, in his arm. And couldn't stop watching.

The grip of her hands on his hips was so tight by now that he was going to end up with tiny crescent indents on his skin from her nails.

She couldn't stop marveling at how she could feel every thrust into him.

Definitely couldn't stop doing it, again.