Astra lay on the bed, a boneless, trembling wreck. The world had dissolved into a haze of white light and overwhelming sensation, and she was only just now beginning to float back down to reality.
Her body felt heavy, thrumming with the deep, resonant echoes of her orgasm. She could still feel the phantom pressure of his mouth on her, the memory of his fingers twisting inside her. She had never felt anything so intense, so all-consuming. She felt… claimed.
Jax rose from between her thighs, his movements slow and deliberate. He looked down at her, his face a glistening mask of her arousal, a primal look of triumph in his golden eyes.
He was the picture of a conqueror who had just taken his prize, and the sight sent a fresh, weak tremor through her spent body.
He crawled up the bed, his powerful body moving with a predatory grace that made her breath catch. He settled over her, not yet touching, his knees on either side of her hips, his hands braced on the bed beside her head.
