The kiss was a universe, a swirling vortex of power, passion, and surrender. It was the answer to a question Sabrina hadn't known she was asking, the fulfillment of a desire so deep it was etched into her very soul.
His lips were a brand, searing away every last trace of duty and composure, leaving only the raw, essential woman who yearned for him.
Just as she felt her knees might buckle, and the sheer force of his presence threatened to overwhelm her, she felt a shift.
With an effortless display of strength that sent a fresh thrill through her, Jax slid one arm around her waist, his hand splaying possessively across the small of her back. The other arm hooked behind her knees. In one smooth, seamless motion, he lifted her from her feet.
A soft gasp escaped her lips, swallowed by his continuing kiss. Her arms tightened instinctively around his neck, her body pressing against the hard, unyielding plane of his chest.
