The feedback loop was intoxicating, a perfect storm of physical pleasure and emotional connection that threatened to consume them both.
Jax could feel her every moan, every desperate whisper, vibrating through his skull and straight down to his soul.
Her words, her sounds, her body's frantic response to his, it was all fuel to the inferno raging within him.
He was pouring every ounce of his being into her, trying to merge them into a single entity of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
He could feel his control, his very sense of self, beginning to fray at the edges.
The world narrowed to the feeling of her slick, tight walls gripping him, the sound of her cries in his ear, and the overwhelming, all-consuming love that threatened to burst from his chest.
He was fucking her stupid, just as he had promised, but in the process, he was losing himself to her completely.
