He gave her what she wanted. He increased the pressure on her clit, his thumb moving in firm, relentless circles while his fingers teased her slick, swollen entrance.
His mouth became a vortex of pleasure on her breast, sucking and licking with a fervor that was both worshipful and predatory.
He was devouring her, consuming her, and Astra was powerless to do anything but feel.
The pleasure was no longer a simple, building wave. It was a storm, a chaotic tempest of sensation that was brewing deep within her core.
It was a storm that felt familiar, yet infinitely more powerful. It was the echo of her own nature, the wild, untamed power of a Storm Dragon, but instead of lightning and wind, it was pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
"♥Jax!♥" she cried out, his name a desperate, keening wail that was ripped from her lungs. "♥Oh, gods! Jax!♥"
He could feel her inner muscles starting to flutter, a frantic, desperate clenching around the fingers he was teasing at her entrance.
