The world for Astra had dissolved into a maelstrom of pure, unadulterated sensation. There was no past, no future, only the blinding, all-consuming present, defined by the dual points of pleasure Jax was inflicting upon her.
Astra's mind which was once a fortress of hr firm will and pride as a dragoness was now nothing but a shattered mess, a canvas where Jax was painting a master-piece of pleasure.
The skilled, relentless onslaught of his tongue on her clit was a symphony of torment, each flick and suck a note that vibrated through her entire being, making her tremble and quake.
The thick, hard fingers pumping into her, curving just so to hit that secret, electrifying spot deep inside, were a primal, driving rhythm that pushed her ever closer to the edge of sanity.
She tried to focus, to anchor herself to reality by concentrating on the task he had given her.
