Jax knelt between her trembling thighs, a magnificent, primal god gazing down at his vanquished, yet willing, sacrifice.
His face was a mask of raw satisfaction, glistening with the tangible proof of her pleasure, his golden eyes burning with a hunger that was far from sated.
Hydra lay beneath him, a beautiful, shattered ruin, her chest heaving, her body still twitching with the powerful aftershocks of her orgasm.
She was utterly spent, a canvas of blissful exhaustion, but as her emerald eyes focused on his, a new fire began to flicker within them.
He leaned down, his movements slow, deliberate, predatory.
He didn't go for her lips, not yet.
He lowered his head to her stomach, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her sweat-slicked skin, just above her mound. It was a possessive gesture, a seal of ownership on the very source of her pleasure.
