Willow's entire world shattered into a million glittering fragments, and each fragment was a shard of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
The first touch of Jax's mouth against her core was a cataclysm of pleasure, the moment a star ignites, the silent, brilliant flash of a universe being born.
A strangled gasp was torn from Willow's throat, her back arching off the silken sheets as a bolt of lightning-hot pleasure shot through her entire being.
Jax didn't even rush, which only heightened the intense feeling Willow was experiencing.
Jax was savoring this delicious meal before him.
His hot breath, a stark, teasing contrast to the slick, cool heat of her folds, ghosted over her most sensitive flesh.
It was a deliberate, torturous act of anticipation, making her skin tingle and her muscles clench with a need so profound it was a physical ache.
