"Shhh, easy," Jax murmured against the soft skin of her breast, his voice a low, comforting vibration.
He didn't delve in immediately.
Instead, he let his fingers rest there, a light, promising pressure that allowed her to acclimate to the intimacy of the touch.
He could feel the heat radiating from her core, a silent testament to the fire he was stoking within her. He continued his work on her breast, his tongue swirling around her nipple, his teeth grazing it just enough to send a jolt of sharp pleasure through her.
Ashanti's entire body was a live wire of sensation. Every nerve ending seemed to be tuned to his touch.
The feeling of his mouth on her breast, a wet, pulling heat, was intoxicating. But the presence of his hand so close to the most secret part of her was a different kind of torment, a sweet, agonizing anticipation that made her hips shift restlessly against the silk sheets.
