Her plea, a breathless whisper of absolute surrender, hung in the air between them, a fragile, beautiful thing that shimmered with unshed tears and raw, unbridled desire.
"♥ Take me Jax ♥." It was not a command, but an offering. The offering of her body, her innocence, her soul, laid bare on the altar of his bed.
Jax's breath hitched, looking at her beautiful body as an inferno of lust ravaged him.
The Demon King quickly lowered his head, his movements slow, deliberate, and reverent. He was not a predator about to devour his prey; he was a worshipper approaching his goddess.
He pressed his lips to the delicate skin of her neck, just below her ear. The contact was electric.
"♥ Hhngg~Jax~aaahhn…♥"
A soft, trembling gasp escaped Serika's lips, her back arching instinctively, pushing more of her skin against his mouth.
