The hurricane of their shared passion subsided into a gentle, rolling tide of bliss. Jax's weight, once a crushing force of dominance, was now a grounding, comforting blanket.
Willow felt utterly and completely boneless, a collection of satisfied limbs and humming nerves, sprawled beneath him. His cock, still buried deep within her, gave a final, lazy twitch, a last, possessive throb that made her sigh with contentment.
The warm, viscous evidence of his ownership was a comforting presence inside her, a tangible reminder of the ferocity of his desire.
For a long, silent moment, they simply existed together, their ragged breaths slowly evening out, their hearts beating a synchronized, powerful rhythm against the cage of their chests.
The cosmic hum of the observatory seemed to fade away, leaving only the sacred, intimate space between them.
Then, Jax stirred. It was a slow, deliberate movement, a shift from the primal beast back to the possessive king. He didn't withdraw.
