The two of them were completely entranced in this kiss, basically eager to devour each other.
It was a clash of raw, unfiltered need that sent shockwaves through Jax's entire system. Serika's alluring body was a supple, willing weight against his, her soft curves molding to the hard planes of his chest as if they were two halves of a whole.
During this entire kiss, Jax could feel the frantic, desperate beat of Serika's heart against his own, the firm nipples of her breasts poking against his chest as well.
It was a frantic drumbeat of life and desire that was a testament to the effect he had on her. He had missed this. He had missed the taste of her, the feel of her, the heady, intoxicating scent of her arousal that was a potent, addictive drug.
Despite the fact she was 'just a maid' she was his maid, his property, and he loved her, and would never let her go, not in a million years.
