Jax was a maestro, and Orianna's body was his instrument.
He played her with a devastating, masterful skill, his every movement designed to elicit a symphony of pleasure and he was finding a massive amount of success at the current moment.
The dual assault of his mouth and his hands was a relentless, overwhelming barrage that shattered her defenses and scrambled her senses.
All Orianna could feel was that mind-bending pleasure, the pleasure she'd heard about from the others who'd been sexually involved with Jax, the mind-bending pleasure she was desperate to experience.
His fingers, buried deep inside her, became the focal point of Jax's pleasure focused attack onto Orianna.
He curled them just so, pressing firmly against that rough, sensitive patch deep within her, a place she knew existed but had never been able to reach herself, but it was a place that would destroy her with the pleasure.
