Page 91 of Assassin

It was untamed.

It was wicked.

With her legs over his shoulders, he feasted on his Russian.

One day, he hoped he’d call her wife.

That would be a dream come true. He’d found his other half, and now, all he had to do was keep her from running from him.

The way his tongue worked her over, it actually pulled a gasp from her lips as he devoured her clit.

Aly was in pleasure overload.

“Jax!” she hissed, that heat and pleasure rolled through her body as she struggled to hold on.

He was working her clit like there was no tomorrow, and she knew that she wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer.

Alyona knew the man had a wicked tongue, and for that, she was grateful.

She loved that best about him.

Jax meant business, and he was taking her right to the top to let her fall into a delicious orgasm.

Hallelujah.

She needed it.

As Jax teased, tormented, and worked her clit to get her to cum, the end was right there.

It loomed.

Alyona didn’t even try to stop it. She held nothing back.

That first easy orgasm rolled through her, tumbling her from the ledge as her body quaked and her thighs tremored in response.

This was how you sexed your woman up.

This.

Right.

Here.

She was lost in that fall, grateful to have this delicious little adventure with the sexy man.

Honestly, she would be lost without him. Jax was super protective, and he was doing what she needed.

What she craved.

The tumble filled her with warmth, as that heat radiated out from her core. All she could think of was wanting more.

She.

Was.

Safe.

Because he knew that he wanted to make her cum over and over again, he was desperate to take her.

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