The sensation of Jax's cock rubbing against Sabrina's G-spot was enough to shatter her mind, but Jax was far from finished.
The Demon King wanted to go deeper. He wanted to claim her in a way that no other position could offer. With a growl that vibrated through his chest and into hers, he pulled out, his cock soaked with Sabrina's juices as he slapped it on her pussy.
The sudden emptiness was a shock, a cold void that made her whine in protest, desperate to feel the fullness of his cock inside her again.
Before she could adjust, she felt his hands gripping her waist, his fingers digging into her soft skin. With a fluid, powerful motion, he flipped her onto her front.
She landed on her knees, her face buried in the pillows, her body arching into a curve of submission. The position was primal, raw, and utterly exposed. It was the pose of a queen offering herself to her king, the pose of a succubus welcoming her mate.
