Then, after sliding all the way down, Ashanti began to move.
It started as a slow, sensual undulation of her hips, a gentle rocking that was designed to feel every inch of him inside her.
Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back, a look of intense concentration on her face as she reacquainted herself with the feeling of being so completely, deliciously full.
Her dark wings, spread wide behind her, gave her the look of a mythical creature, a goddess of the night mastering her consort.
Jax lay beneath her, his hands resting on her thighs, content to let her set the pace.
He was mesmerized by the sight of her, by the way the candlelight played across her dusky skin, by the look of pure, unadulterated pleasure on her face.
He could feel her inner muscles rippling and clenching around him, a silent, intimate conversation that was more potent than any words.
