The silence that followed after Jax came inside of Alexi was profound, a stark contrast to the symphony of primal sounds that had filled the chamber moments before.
Jax remained buried deep within her for a long moment, his chest heaving with each ragged breath, his body slick with the sweat of his exertion.
He could feel the last, powerful throbs of his release as he pumped her full of his seed, a final, possessive act that marked her as his in the most ancient and undeniable way.
He felt a surge of dark, triumphant satisfaction, a primal sense of completion that was more potent than any victory on the battlefield.
He slowly, deliberately, withdrew from her.
The movement was met with a soft, breathless whimper from Alexi, her body instinctively trying to clench around him, to keep the source of her pleasure and her newfound identity inside her.
