After speaking, Jax didn't give Ashanti any chance to respond.
His hand, still wet and slick, tangled in her hair at the nape of her neck, and he pulled her in for another kiss.
It was nothing like the tender, reverent kisses they had shared before. This was a kiss of pure, unadulterated dominance from the Demon King, as if he was marking his territory.
Jax's hungry lips crushed Ashanti's, his eager tongue prying her mouth open and claiming it with a certain possessive, demanding force that made Ashanti's legs tremble with anticipation.
Ashanti melted against him, a soft moan vibrating in her throat as she surrendered completely to his intoxicating assault.
When Jax finally pulled back, they were both breathless. His eyes were dark, burning with a predatory fire that made her stomach clench with a delicious mixture of fear and anticipation, "On your knees baby girl," he commanded, his voice a low, guttural growl.
