The first rays of the morning sun filtered through the heavy curtains, painting golden stripes across the tangled black and crimson silks.
Jax finally woke up, stirring not to the loud morning noise outside the room, but to a slow, pleasureful warmth spreading through his groin and sending shivers down his spine.
It was a familiar, pleasant feeling, the heavy, insistent throb of a morning erection, but there was something more that the Demon King was feeling. A rhythmic, wet heat wrapped around that morning erection.
He opened his eyes, his golden gaze slowly focusing.
Astra was on top of him. Her pale body was straddling his hips, her silver-white hair a wild cascade down her back, partially obscuring the delicate curve of her spine. Her head was thrown back, her face a mask of pure, concentrated pleasure, her violet eyes closed, her lips parted in a silent 'o' of ecstasy.
