The world slowly came back into focus for Astra, not with a sudden jolt, but as a gentle, creeping tide of awareness.
The blinding, all-consuming hurricane of pleasure had passed, leaving in its wake a tranquil sea of blissful exhaustion.
Her body felt boneless, a collection of satisfied, aching limbs that refused to obey even the simplest command to move. She was a wreck, a beautiful, shattered mess, and she had never felt more complete.
The weight of Jax's body was a comforting anchor, his solid, muscular frame a warm, heavy blanket that pinned her to the mattress.
She could feel his heart, a frantic, wild drumbeat against her back, slowly, surely, returning to a more steady, possessive rhythm.
His cock, still buried deep within her, was a warm, thick presence, a final, tangible proof of his ultimate claim.
