The room was a tableau of raw, unfiltered desire, a symphony of gasps, moans, and the wet, rhythmic sounds of absolute devotion.
Jax stood at the center of it all, a conduit of pleasure, his body the altar upon which his two lovers worshipped.
The dual sensations of Alexi's eager mouth and Natasha's responsive body were a heady cocktail, a potent mix of fiery impatience and cool, simmering passion that threatened to overwhelm his senses.
He broke the searing kiss with Natasha, a thin strand of saliva connecting their lips for a moment before snapping.
Her eyes were hazy, unfocused with lust, her lips swollen and parted as she panted for breath.
Jax held her gaze, his golden eyes burning with an intensity that made her knees feel weak. He didn't need to speak; his intentions were clear. He was going to devour her like he had done multiple times before.
He leaned down, his movements slow and deliberate, giving her ample time to anticipate what was coming.
