Jax’s P.O.V

Rubbing my mouth down her body tasting her skin, and feeling the rapid pulse beneath my tongue. She tilted her head back further, granting me access, a soft purr escaping her lips.

She gasped, her back arching off the chaise, pressing myself into her hands, then sliding them over and over to cup the soft weight of her breast again.

She gasped, her back arching off the bed, pressing herself into my hands.

“Jax, she breathed, her voice ragged now, stripped of fear, filled only ...