The silence that followed was a sacred thing, a hallowed stillness broken only by the sound of their ragged breaths slowly evening out into a shared, steady rhythm.
Jax remained sheathed deep inside of Alexi for a long moment, his body a heavy, comforting weight that was a constant, grounding reminder of his possession.
He could feel the last, powerful spasms of her orgasm fluttering around his softening cock, a desperate, instinctual attempt to keep him inside her, to hold onto the source of her pleasure and her newfound identity.
He felt a profound sense of peace, a deep, soul-stirring satisfaction that was more potent than any victory, more satisfying than any conquest.
Slowly, Jax pulled his cock out of her, being met with a soft, breathless whimper from Alexi, a sound of protest and loss.
