The words hung in the air, a dark, delicious promise that sent a fresh wave of anticipation through Nulissa's already trembling body. She watched him, her crimson eyes heavy with sated desire, as he rose from the bed.
Jax stood before her, a towering figure of masculine power, still fully clothed, the picture of controlled dominance. The contrast between his clothed form and her naked, splayed body was a potent visual aphrodisiac, a reminder of his complete and utter control over the situation.
Jax didn't rush. His movements were deliberate, unhurried. His eyes never left hers as his hands went to the intricate silver buckle of his belt.
The soft, metallic rasp of the leather being pulled through the loops was the only sound in the room, a sound that seemed to echo the frantic beating of her own heart. He let the belt drop to the floor with a soft thud, his gaze unwavering.
