Jax continued his journey down Hydra's body.
His lips and tongue traced every contour of Hydra's stomach, mapping the soft, yielding flesh with a reverence that was at odds with the raw power he exuded.
He lingered at her navel, his tongue dipping in and out, a playful, teasing gesture that made her squirm and gasp, a light, breathless giggle escaping her lips.
The sound was a stark, beautiful contrast to the raw, guttural cries that had filled the room earlier. It was a sound of pure, unadulterated joy.
His hands, meanwhile, were far from idle. They roamed the expanse of her body with a possessive familiarity.
They stroked the powerful muscles of her thighs, squeezed the generous curve of her hips, and traced the delicate line of her pelvis.
He was learning her all over again, reacquainting himself with every dip and swell, every sensitive spot that made her gasp and tremble.
