The room was a sanctuary of satiated bliss, the air thick and heavy with the scent of their combined release.
The only sounds were the soft, crackling fire and the gentle, panting breaths of the two women who lay draped across his body like living, breathing blankets of satisfaction.
Jax lay beneath them, a conqueror in his own right, his body humming with a deep, primal energy.
He had brought them to the heights of ecstasy, but he was still eager for more.
He gently stroked Serika's hair, his touch a tender contrast to the brutal passion he had just unleashed. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open, a look of pure, adoring contentment on her face.
He leaned up and captured her lips in a soft, lingering kiss, a silent acknowledgment of her surrender, her devotion. She tasted of him, of herself, of their shared pleasure.
"♥Rest now, my loyal maid,♥" he murmured against her lips, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "♥But stay close. I want you to watch.♥"
