Often, Felix closes his eyes during sex, for much the same reason that he doesn't like making eye contact while he's talking to people. The intimacy of an act like this makes it ten times worse.

This time, though, he keeps them open, because he cannot take his eyes off the mesmerizing sight that is Lioriley slowly moving her hips up and down on top of him, back arched, bright and sparkling light winding around her body like streaks of falling stars against a midnight sky. She says words, and they probably mean something, but he's just listening to the sound of her voice. He bites his lip hard.

"Keep talking," he gasps, dragging blunt nails down her back and trying to thrust up into her faster without any thought put into it at all.