The feeling of his hardening shaft in her mouth was a revelation to Alexi.
Every throb of his cock against her tongue sent a corresponding jolt of electricity straight to her aching core.
She was lost in a haze of sensation, her world narrowed to the taste, the scent, the feel of him. Her movements were becoming more fluid, more purposeful, driven by a primal instinct to please Jax.
All of her womanly instincts were telling her that this was her duty, to please Jax as much as possible, to become his woman, and her mind couldn't hold back those instincts.
Jax watched her, his golden eyes glowing with a cruel, triumphant light. He saw the way her body trembled, the way her own hips began to rock subtly in time with the bobbing of her head, a silent, desperate plea for a stimulation she was too broken to ask for.
He saw the truth in her every action: the proud, untouchable Elemental Mage was a myth. In her place was a quivering, needy slut, just like all the others.
