For a long time, the duo lay down there together, ignoring the world outside the Chamber as they remained in their own little world.
Astra was a warm, weightless comfort on his chest, her breathing a soft, steady rhythm against his skin. Jax found himself stroking her hair, his fingers tracing the intricate patterns of her silver-white strands as he enjoyed the warm afterglow.
The remnants of their passionate night remained clung to them, a sheen of sweat, the sticky evidence of his release, and the musky, satisfying scent of sex. A practical thought, one that cut through the haze of contentment, formed in Jax's mind. They needed a bath.
He shifted beneath her, and Astra stirred with a soft, sleepy murmur.
"Stay still," he murmured, his voice a low command. He tightened his arms around her, one hand pressing firmly against the small of her back, the other sliding down to cup the swell of her ass.
