The afterglow was a warm, languid thing, a comfortable silence punctuated only by the soft sounds of breathing and the gentle rustle of sheets.
Jax lay at the center of his world, a king in his decadent nest, his body sated but his mind already turning to the pleasures the new day might hold. He was flanked by his conquests, his three queens, each a beautiful, satiated testament to his power.
Natasha, ever the one to anticipate his needs, was the first to break the peaceful stillness. She shifted against him, her elegant body pressing closer as she propped herself up on an elbow.
"Let's to take a bath," she said, her eyes sweeping over the tangled sheets and the faint, lingering scent of their nocturnal activities.
"Yeah sure," Jax rumbled, his voice a low, husky vibration that seemed to make the very air thrum.
