Serika's world shattered once Jax slid inside of her.
A blinding, white-hot sensation of being utterly and completely filled. Jax's entry was a single, unstoppable force, a powerful, possessive thrust that sheared through her last defenses and buried him to the hilt in her slick, tight heat.
The breath was stolen from Serika's lungs in a sharp, audible gasp, her eyes flying wide as the sheer, overwhelming reality of his size and presence slammed into her.
She didn't feel any pain, only a profound, stretching pressure, a feeling of completeness so absolute it bordered on the divine. He was inside her.
He was finally, truly inside her once again, and it felt just as good as the first time they had sex.
For a moment, Jax held perfectly still, his body a heavy, warm weight pinning her to the mattress. He was giving her a chance to adjust, to accommodate the sheer girth of him.
