The next morning, the first thing Jax could feel around him was the intimate warmth that surrounded him.
It wasn't the ambient, velvet heat of Lilith's domain within the Divine Realm, but a living, breathing warmth that pressed against his entire side.
The second thing was the scent of Lilith, a heady mix of vanilla, dark chocolate, and the musky, satisfied aroma of their night of raw, primal fucking that clouded his nose greatly.
He opened his eyes. The crimson crystal walls of the chamber were soft with the gentle light of a divine dawn.
He was lying on his back, and Lilith was nestled against him, her head on his chest, most likely listening to his heart-beat, and one leg thrown possessively over his own.
