Jax could feel the tremors starting deep within her, a tell-tale sign that her carefully constructed control was beginning to crumble.
Her hips were rolling against his hand in a desperate, seeking rhythm, her breath coming in sharp, ragged pants.
He was pushing her, pushing her closer to the edge, just as he intended. But he wasn't going to let her fall just yet. He wanted to savor this, to savor her.
With a low, possessive growl, he decided he'd had enough of standing. He wanted her spread out beneath him, a feast laid out on her own silken sheets.
In a single, fluid motion that spoke of his immense strength, he broke their intimate contact.
He hooked one arm behind her knees and the other around her waist, lifting her effortlessly into his arms.
Sabrina let out a surprised, breathless squeak, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck for balance as the world tilted.
