Jax looked down at the woman kneeling before him. Astra was a breathtaking sight of debauched devotion.
Her face was flushed a deep crimson, her violet eyes were hazy and unfocused with pleasure, and her lips, swollen and glistening from his cock, were parted in a soft, silent gasp. A single, glistening trail of his cum mixed with her saliva ran down her chin.
She was a mess, but she was his mess now, and now it was his team to please her, and give her an experience she'll never forget.
Jax moved with a fluid, predatory grace that belied his relaxed posture moments before. He swung his legs off the bed and stood, his magnificent form towering over her kneeling figure.
Before she could even process the shift in power, he reached down, his hands hooking under her arms. He lifted her as if she weighed nothing, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she was pulled to her feet.
