The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of the bedchamber, casting pillars of golden light that danced across the tangled sheets and the glistening bodies of the lovers entangled together.
The air was thick, heavy with the lingering scent of their shared passion, a musky, intoxicating perfume that seemed to hang in the air like a tangible veil.
Jax hovered over Sabrina, his body a hard line of muscle and heat, pressing her into the soft mattress. He had her legs spread wide, his broad shoulders pushing her knees apart, giving him full access to the treasure she offered.
He looked down at her, his eyes dark with a possessive hunger that had nothing to do with lust and everything to do with adoration.
She was beautiful, flushed a deep, rose-petal pink, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, her chest heaving with every ragged breath she took.
