Jax's predatory gaze never left her. He watched her, a beautiful, trembling offering of submission and desire, and the possessive fire in his gut roared to life.
He saw the glistening slickness of her folds, the desperate clenching of her empty hole, and heard the breathless plea in her voice.
He was going to ruin her completely, imprint himself so deeply within her that she would feel his presence for days, corrupt her brain until all she could think about in her free time was being used by Jax.
He moved with a fluid, predatory grace, positioning himself directly behind her. He knelt on the bed, his powerful thighs bracketing hers, his shadow falling over her trembling form. He took his still-hard cock soaked with saliva and cum into his hand, the weight of it heavy and familiar.
He was already recovered from his orgasm, his demonic stamina and the sheer, intoxicating sight of Sabrina ensuring he was more than ready for round two, and round three, and any rounds after that.
