The world seemed to hold its breath for a long, silent moment. The only sounds in the quiet room were their ragged, intertwined breaths and the distant, muffled thrum of a celebration that felt a lifetime away.
Jax leaned his head back against the cool wood of the door, his eyes closed as the waves of his intense orgasm slowly receded, leaving a profound, bone-deep satisfaction in their wake.
His body hummed with a pleasant, sated energy, but his mind was sharp, focused entirely on the creature kneeling before him.
Serika remained where she was, her head bowed slightly, her soft, perfect breasts still pressed around his slowly softening cock.
She was a vision of debauched beauty, her skin flushed a delicate pink, her lips swollen from his kisses, and her chest now adorned with the pearly, slick evidence of his release.
