And Envy was watching him. Her eyes were half-lidded but she was still obviously focused on him.

It mattered whose hips she was grinding down on, you see.

But she was biting on the inside of her lip, too. Some small anchoring gesture to still keep her from going faster. Her hand came up to cover one of his on her breast, pressing it more firmly to her skin, and her lips pulled into a tiny smirk.