The two of them lay there in the warm, tangled afterglow, the only sounds in the room their slowing breaths and the faint hum of the magic that kept the world at bay.
Jax was still inside her, a warm, heavy presence that Nulissa found incredibly comforting. She felt safe, cherished, and a profound sense of peace settled over her, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long-long time.
But beneath the contentment, a new fire was beginning to stir.
He had given her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams, had worshipped her body and shown her a tenderness she had only ever read about in ancient romance scrolls. She wanted, no, needed, to do the same for him.
She shifted slightly in his arms, turning just enough so she could look at him over her shoulder. His eyes were closed, his face relaxed in a state of post-coital bliss, but he felt her move and opened them, a soft, golden light glowing in the dimness.
"What is it?" he murmured, his voice a low, sleepy rumble.
