The gentle, rhythmic rocking of Jax's hips escalated. The slow, deep strokes that had introduced her to the pleasure of their union became something more primal, more demanding.
Jax could feel the energy of the Pure Cleansing Art thrumming through his veins, a potent cocktail of life force and raw lust that demanded he push harder, go deeper.
He was a conduit for a power far older and greater than himself, and this beautiful creature beneath him was the vessel for its work.
He shifted his weight, rising up on his arms to get better leverage.
He looked down at where their bodies joined, at the sight of his thick, glistening cock disappearing into her tight, dark folds. The sight was obscene, beautiful, and it fueled the fire in his blood.
"Hold on to me," he commanded, his voice a low growl.
Ashanti's eyes, still closed, fluttered open for a moment, glazed over with a haze of ecstasy. She saw nothing, only felt the command in his tone.
