The sharp, stinging slap echoed in the quiet room, a lewd, percussive counterpoint to the ragged sound of their breathing.
The sound was followed by a searing, electric jolt of pain and pleasure that shot through Astra's entire system, a delicious, intoxicating cocktail that made her head spin and her body tremble with a dark, thrilling arousal.
It was a shocking, possessive act, a raw, primal brand of ownership that sent a fresh, lazy wave of pleasure through her exhausted frame.
She loved that feeling of Jax roughing her up, and absolutely craved more, and as the initial sting began to fade into a warm, throbbing glow, she knew, with a certainty that thrilled her to her very core, that her morning was going to be very, very long.
Before she could fully process the sensation, his hand came down again.
~SMACK!~
This time, it landed on her other cheek, a perfect, stinging blow that was a mirror image of the first.
