Jax looked down at Alexi, her limp body laying down on the sheets.
A fine sheen of sweat and her own glistening release coated her skin, making her glow in the dim firelight.
With a low growl of primal satisfaction, he slowly, deliberately, withdrew from her still-pulsing heat. The movement was met with a soft, disappointed whimper from Alexi, her body instinctively trying to clench around him, to keep the source of her pleasure inside her.
He ignored her silent plea.
His hands, large and powerful, gripped her hips. He flipped her over as if she weighed nothing, his strength a casual, effortless display of his absolute authority.
She landed on her stomach with a soft "oof," her mind too fogged with pleasure to process the movement. Before she could even think to react, his hands were on her again, this time gripping her waist and hoisting her hips upwards.
