A silent scream tore from Natasha's throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy that had no voice. Her entire body seized, every muscle locking in a rictus of overwhelming pleasure. It was a complete and total system shutdown.
Her mind, already fractured and remade by the ordeal, simply... stopped. There was no thought, no memory, no identity.
There was only the feeling, the all-encompassing, soul-searing bliss of Jax's hot seed flooding her womb, marking her from the inside out, claiming her in the most fundamental way possible.
It was the ultimate act of possession, and she welcomed it with every fiber of her being.
Then, there was nothing, as she completely passed out due to the pleasure.
Her consciousness returned slowly, reluctantly. It was not a gentle awakening but a painful, groggy crawl back to reality. The first thing she registered was the ache.
