For a long, blissful moment, the only sound in the divine chamber was the symphony of their slowing breaths.
Lilith lay draped over Jax, a boneless, sated goddess, her cheek resting on the hard muscle of his thigh. His softening cock was still in her mouth, a warm, heavy weight that she was reluctant to relinquish.
She could feel the faint, steady beat of his heart through his flesh, a grounding rhythm in the haze of her post-orgasmic bliss.
But the embers of her desire, far from being extinguished, had merely been banked. The taste of his cum still coated her tongue, a potent, addictive flavor that made her pussy clench with renewed need.
The memory of his tongue on her clit, his mouth drinking her nectar, was a fresh fire in her veins. She was a goddess of lust, and one orgasm was simply an appetizer.
