𝓝𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪 𝓐𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓷

The sound that left her was an odd mixture of a grunt and whine, her arms folding over her chest tightly. “I’ll do it if Rhys doesn’t come back. How about that?” Nesta growled, that typical expression of defiance and distaste on her face. At this point, she almost would +

Nesta had slept decently. She’d had some nightmares, but nothing as gruesome as what she was used to. And maybe she was so tired, her body *couldn’t* have woken up. She wasn’t even sure that she had moved at all during her nap. The only evidence of that was that she’d ended up +

Nesta was having the time of her life. Well, that was what she told herself anyways. Told herself so she would not incinerate this pathetic excuse of a fuck she currently had ontop of her, thrusting into her at a pace that would make any woman fall asleep sooner than she’d reach+