The roar that tore from Jax's throat was not one just of mere pleasure, but of triumph. It was the sound of a conqueror claiming his most precious prize, the primal victory cry of a male who had utterly and completely possessed his mate.
The sound echoed in the vast bathing chamber, a raw, powerful testament to the force of his release.
Meanwhile, for Orianna, the world around her simply ceased to exist.
There was only the blinding, white-hot light of her orgasm, a supernova of ecstasy that obliterated every thought, every sensation, every memory except for the overwhelming feeling of him.
She felt the thick, scalding heat of his release flooding her, a primal, possessive brand that seeped into her very core.
It was a feeling of being filled, of being completed, of being marked so thoroughly, so fundamentally, that she knew she would never be the same again.
