For an eternity, or perhaps only a few minutes, they lay in a tangled, sweaty heap. The only sounds were their ragged breaths and the faint, contented hum of the divine chamber.
Lilith was a dead weight on his chest, her body limp with satisfaction, her heart a frantic drum against his ribs. Jax could feel his own seed, warm and thick, leaking from her, a physical claim that resonated with the primal part of his soul.
He had conquered her once more, thoroughly and completely, but the game was not over.
Lilith stirred, a soft, cat-like sigh escaping her lips. She pushed herself up, her silver hair a wild curtain around her face.
A lazy, sated smile curved her lips as she looked down at him. She felt like a queen who had just tamed a dragon, reveling in the power she had wielded, the pleasure she had commanded.
❤"Well, my king,"❤ she purred, her voice a husky whisper. ❤"I trust you enjoyed your reward?"❤
