The roar that tore from Jax's throat was a sound of pure, primal triumph, a declaration of victory that echoed the seismic climax that had just shattered them both.
The Demon King remained buried deep within her, his body a heavy, trembling weight, his hot seed pulsing into her in powerful, rhythmic spurts that seemed to go on forever. Jax continued throbbing inside of her, as if he was branding her as his own property.
Nulissa lay beneath him, her body a pliant, trembling vessel, completely and utterly spent, exhausted from the pleasure that had washed over her.
Her mind was a blissful blank, a white haze of pleasure that left her floating in a sea of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
She could feel the weight of him on top of her, the heat of his body, the frantic beating of his heart against her own, a frantic, synchronized rhythm that was the only thing grounding her to reality.
