The weight of Jax's body was a comforting anchor in the sea of overwhelming sensation. Astra felt as if she were floating, adrift on a tranquil ocean of blissful exhaustion. Every muscle in her body was lax, every nerve ending humming with a sweet, satisfied ache.
She could feel the steady, rhythmic beat of his heart against her back, a primal drum that seemed to sync with her own, their two separate rhythms merging into one unified, possessive pulse.
The air in the room was thick with the musky, intoxicating scent of their exertion, a heady perfume of sex and satisfaction that was a constant, pleasing reminder of their union.
Astra was dimly aware of him moving, of the slow, deliberate withdrawal of his softened cock from her still-throbbing core.
A soft, involuntary whimper escaped her lips at the sudden, aching emptiness it left behind, a void that seemed to echo with the memory of his possession.
