The moment Jax was fully sheathed within Serika, time around the two of them seemed to warp and stretch.
The world outside the room, the celebration, the dimension itself, all of it ceased to exist around them, as their focus was only on each-other.
To Jax, there was only the feeling of him inside of her, feeling her tight, wet insides wrapped around his throbbing cock.
This pleasureful feeling was a profound, invasive presence that was both a conquest and a homecoming. Her declaration, "♥I'm yours,♥" hung in the air between them, a sacred vow uttered in the heat of their joining.
Jax felt it in the clench of her inner muscles, in the way her body seemed to mold itself to his, accepting his overwhelming size not with resistance, but with a desperate, welcoming surrender.
He held himself there for a long moment, savoring the feeling. He was buried to the hilt, his heavy balls resting against the curve of her ass.
