Free Web NovelChapter 282: Perfect Body ( R18 )
Alexi sighed in Jax’s arms as she felt him pulling her closer. It was a soft, contented sound, her body relaxing completely in his arms, melting against him as if she were made of warm wax molded to his form.
Alexi had never felt safer than right at that moment in the Demon King’s arms, her entire body now completely belonging to him, marked by his seed multiple times.
The scent of Alexi’s body, a sweet, clean fragrance of sandalwood soap and her own unique, musky arousal, filled Jax’s senses as he held her for a long moment, his face buried in her alluring neck as he breathed in her special scent.
All the while, his large hand was stroking Alexi’s bare back in a slow, but very possessive rhythm.
The previous night had been about conquest.
Although he had already completely claimed her the first time he fucked her, that past night was about breaking any remaining will Alexi had and forging it anew in the fires of his passion.
It was about completely marking her body, mind & soul using his cock, implanting himself deeply onto her to the point she’d never be able to ever forget him, or even live without him.
Thus, for this new morning, Jax decided it would be about something else. It would be about savoring his victory, about exploring the depths of the devotion he had so painstakingly cultivated.
He shifted beneath her, a subtle movement that was nonetheless a display of his immense power.
He leaned back against the mountain of pillows propped against the headboard, pulling her with him until she was straddling his lap, her legs draped over his powerful thighs.
Her arms came up to circle his neck, her fingers tangling in the dark hair at his nape. She was pliant, trusting, her body completely open to him, a silent invitation for him to do as he willed to her.
After all, Alexi knew she would like it. Jax was a master at pleasuring women, and she knew that fact first hand.
Jax’s golden eyes, soft now with a molten affection, roamed over her face.
He took in the curve of her cheeks, the delicate arch of her brows, the slight swell of her lips, still flushed and kissable from her morning ministrations. freёwebnoѵel.com
He saw no trace of the proud, defiant hero from the day before. All he saw was his Alexi, his beautiful, adoring creature, her red eyes shining with a light that was purely for him.
He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck. It was a soft, almost chaste kiss, a stark contrast to the brutal, possessive brand of his earlier touch.
He felt her shiver, a delicate tremor that ran through her entire body.
He smiled against her skin, his lips parting to taste her.
He could feel the frantic, fluttering pulse of her carotid artery beneath his tongue, a frantic drumbeat of life and excitement that was a testament to the effect he had on her.
He began to kiss a slow, deliberate path along the elegant column of her throat. Each kiss was a small, possessive act, a silent claim.
He wasn’t in a hurry. He had all the time in the world.
This was his reward, his prize, and he intended to enjoy every single moment of it. He nipped at the tender skin just below her ear, earning a soft, breathless gasp from her.
He soothed the small sting with a slow, swirling lick of his tongue, his touch a masterful blend of pleasure and pain that was his signature.
His hands, which had been resting on her hips, began to move. They roamed up the smooth curve of her back, his fingers tracing the faint lines of her spine.
He could feel the muscles beneath her skin, the lean, wiry strength of the warrior she had been, now softened and pliant in his embrace.
He loved this contrast, this duality. He loved that he had taken a powerful, formidable woman and turned her into his devoted, loving pet, while the strength and beauty of her former self remained, now dedicated solely to his pleasure.
His lips continued their journey, moving down from her neck to the delicate hollow of her throat.
He could feel the vibration of her soft moans against his lips, a constant, pleasing music that spurred him on.
His hands moved around to her front, his fingers tracing the gentle swell of her ribs. He could feel her heart beating, a fast, frantic rhythm that mirrored his own.
And then, his hands found their destination.
He cupped her breasts, his large, powerful hands completely covering the soft, firm mounds.
They were perfect, a flawless handful, and he felt a fresh surge of possessive pride. He had claimed these, marked them, and now, they were his to enjoy.
He squeezed gently, his thumbs brushing against her nipples, which were already hard, pebbled points, begging for his attention.
"♥Jax...♥" she breathed, her voice a soft, desperate plea. It was a sound of pure, unadulterated need, a testament to the incredible control he now wielded over her body and her soul.
He answered her plea by lowering his head further, his lips closing over one of her alluring, rosy peaks. He didn’t bite, not yet.
He simply sucked, drawing the sensitive nub deep into the wet, heat of his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming. He could feel her arching against him, her body pressing closer, a silent, desperate demand for more.
He teased her, his tongue a slow, swirling dance around the areola, his lips a firm, sucking pressure that was a constant, maddening tease.
He was worshiping her, paying homage to the beautiful body he had conquered, and the sheer, unadulterated devotion of the act was more potent than any punishment.
He could feel the pleasure building within her, a slow, simmering heat that was a direct result of his expert, loving ministrations.
He released her, his lips moving to her other breast, giving it the same loving, worshipful attention.
He was lost in the moment, lost in the taste and feel of her, in the soft, desperate sounds she was making, in the overwhelming sense of rightness that was settling over him. This was where she was meant to be. This was what she was meant for.
As he lost himself in the worship of her breasts, he became aware of another sensation, a more insistent, more demanding one.
His cock, which had been semi-soft after her incredible blowjob, was now fully, achingly hard again. It was pressed against her, a thick, hot, throbbing presence that was nestled between the soft, wet folds of her pussy.
He could feel her heat, her slickness, a wet, welcoming promise that was a constant, tempting invitation.
He hadn’t even moved, and yet, he was already inside her, in a way.
The sheer, intimate contact was a potent, heady drug, and he felt a fresh surge of desire, a primal, animalistic need to be buried deep within her, to feel her tight, wet heat clamping around him once more.
She felt it too. He could feel the change in her, the subtle shift in her breathing, the way her body began to move, a slow, undulating rhythm that was a silent, desperate plea.
She began to grind against him, her movements slow, deliberate, and incredibly sensual.
She was rubbing her slick, sensitive folds along the thick, hard length of his cock, coating him in her wetness, a teasing, maddening friction that was a constant, delicious torment.
"♥Please...♥" she whimpered, her voice a soft, desperate cry. "♥Jax... please...♥"
He could feel the desperation in her, the overwhelming need that was driving her actions. She was trying to impale herself on him, to take him inside her, but he held her still, his hands on her hips, his grip a firm, unyielding command.
He was in control. He would decide when she would be fucked. He would decide when she would be allowed to feel the pleasure she so desperately craved.
He lifted his head from her breast, his lips a soft, wet kiss on her sensitive skin. He looked into her eyes, his golden gaze a hot, possessive fire.
He could see the need, the desperation, the complete and utter adoration in their depths. He could see that she was his, body and soul, and the knowledge was a heady, intoxicating rush.
He smiled, a slow, predatory smirk that was a promise of things to come. He was going to fuck her, yes. But he was going to make her wait.
He was going to make her beg. He was going to enjoy this, enjoy the power, the control, the complete and utter submission of the beautiful, powerful warrior who was now his to command.
He leaned back against the pillows, his hands still on her hips, his grip a firm, possessive command.
He watched her, his eyes burning with a fierce, predatory fire, as she continued to grind against him, her movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. He was going to enjoy this. He was going to enjoy every single, delicious moment of it.
