The air crackled with a tension so thick it was almost tangible.
Jax stood before Hydra, a statue of raw, predatory power, his golden eyes drinking in the sight of her naked, trembling form.
The eagerness in her emerald gaze, the way her body leaned ever so slightly towards him, was a silent, desperate plea. It was an invitation he was all too willing to accept, but on his terms, in his time.
He took a step forward, closing the small gap between them.
He didn't touch her with his hands, not yet. Instead, he leaned in, his movements slow and deliberate, allowing the anticipation to build to an almost unbearable level.
He lowered his head to the elegant column of her neck, the very spot he had so roughly exposed moments before.
He didn't bite or claim; he pressed his lips against her skin in a surprisingly gentle, almost reverent kiss.
