The air in the chamber was very thick, heavy with the scent of sex and sweat, a potent musk that was the very essence of their shared passion.
Jax stood, a monument of raw power and satiated lust, his chest heaving as he surveyed the beautiful, chaotic scene he had orchestrated.
Natasha was a boneless, trembling weight in his arms, her body still quivering with the powerful aftershocks of her orgasm.
At his feet, Alexi knelt, her face a glistening, beautiful mess of his cum, her eyes wide and adoring, a picture of utter, blissful submission.
A deep, primal satisfaction settled in his gut. He had claimed them, marked them, broken them with pleasure.
However, Jax's arousal was far from over. He was a king, and his appetite for his subjects was insatiable.
With a gentle strength, he guided the limp Natasha towards the massive bed.
Her legs felt like jelly, and she would have collapsed if not for his firm support.
