Jax looked down at the breathtaking woman kneeling before him, at his powerful queen who had just worshipped him with every fiber of her being, and felt a surge of possessive pride so intense it was almost painful.
A slow, predatory smile touched his lips, his golden eyes burning with a fire that promised more, much more. He reached down, not with roughness, but with a deliberate strength, and scooped her effortlessly into his arms.
Willow let out a soft, breathy gasp as her feet left the floor, her arms automatically wrapping around his neck.
She felt weightless in his embrace, her body molding against his hard, muscular frame.
Her face, still glistening with the evidence of her devotion, was buried in the crook of his neck, and she could feel the steady, powerful thrum of his heartbeat against her cheek.
"Perfect, " he rumbled, his voice a low, contented vibration that resonated through her entire body,"You were absolutely perfect, Willow,"
