"Jax... let me go... I still hate you..." Lena protested weakly, but her hand was now stroking the thick root of his cock.

"I will," he murmured, licking a path from her neck back to her ear. "Only if you let me go first."

Lena tilted her head involuntarily, giving him better access. Her breath hitched as his tongue traced her skin.

"See how you're shaking?" he whispered, voice low and smug. "Are you throbbing down there for me too?"

Her thighs clenched. Her body remembered him too well, ...