Hawk breathes out a moan at how she says his name, hips shifting. There's no chance Hawk isn't enjoying himself, not with the rapturous expression on his face, his mouth a little agape.

"That's it," he coaxes, "beautiful," at least until she brushes over his nipple, where his praise turns to a sharp inhale. He lifts his hips up into her, breath hissing out between his teeth. This is going to be a good one, he can feel it.