Page 308 of Assassin

On.

It.

As she gyrated in his lap, driving him insane, he held on for one hell of a ride. She smelled like cinnamon and red wine, and he was intoxicated by her scent.

It was mate-to-mate, and he never wanted to forget it.

Ever.

“Aly,” he whispered, as his body fought that overwhelming need to explode. “I’m struggling,” he muttered.

She didn’t care.

He was thick, hard, and filled her. Aly was enjoying the way he slid deep into her body and claimed her.

God.

She needed this.

She needed him.

“Jax,” she whispered, as she felt his fingers find her clit, and begin playing with her. That slickness and wickedness of his fingers drove her closer to the edge.

“I need to cum in you,” he muttered. “God! Hurry!” he begged, knowing his body could only handle so much, and she was pushing him closer to the fall.

As she bounced, he was ball’s deep in her, and there was no better place to be.

Aly felt throbbing, and then, she knew when he was done. He exploded, losing the battle, and filling her with the most delicious of wet heat.

“Cumming,” he muttered, his body betraying him as the hot Russian did wicked things to him.

She was right behind him, and didn’t fight holding on anymore. She wanted to tumble with him.

Who wouldn’t want that?

Time seemed to stop as she fell to the bed, his erection still filling her.

“Mmmmm,” she whispered.

Jax couldn’t see.

The blinding lights were flashing behind his vision, and his body felt light and tingly.

“Holy shit,” he muttered.

Yeah, there was nothing better than being in bed with Aly.

When he opened his eyes, he had to lick his lips because they were so damn dry.

Shit.

Sex with her was his happy place.

That was for sure.

Not far away, Aly enjoyed the afterglow. She was feeling a little thirsty herself and knew what she wanted.

“Want more wine?” she asked. “I happen to have a bottle in the fridge.”

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