The world came back into focus in slow, hazy waves.
The blinding white-hot pleasure receded, leaving in its wake a profound, bone-deep satisfaction that hummed through every fiber of Astra's being.
Her body felt heavy, sated, and utterly boneless, a beautiful, debauched mess tangled in the silk sheets. Her chest rose and fell with each ragged, gasping breath, her heart a frantic, wild drum against her ribs.
She could feel the thick, viscous evidence of his release deep inside her, a scalding, possessive heat that was a final, ultimate brand of his ownership.
It was a feeling of completeness, of being utterly and completely claimed, and it sent a fresh, lazy wave of pleasure through her exhausted frame.
Jax, who was enjoying himself, remained buried within her for a long moment, his weight a comforting, grounding pressure that pinned her to the mattress.
His breath was hot and heavy against her neck, his heart a matching frantic beat against her back.
