Page 61 of Treasure of the Abyss

“It was in a locked container at the bottom of thebarrel.”

“What is the noise it ismaking?”

“Music.” She laughed, releasing his hands, and swayed to the sound. “Dance with me, Jax. Just move to thesound.”

Jax’s eyes dropped to follow the motion of herhips.

Macy chuckled and guided his hands to her waist. “Likethis.”

He watched for a few more seconds before mimicking her movement, swaying his hips from side to side. She settled her hands on his shoulders, and their gazes met. Soon, he fell into Macy’s rhythm, and their bodies moved in unison; push and pull, back and forth, lost in thebeat.

Macy couldn’t contain her joy. Jax’s tentacles curled and twisted, waves of movement pulsing through their lengths to match the waves of sound. Any hesitancy he displayed in the beginning wasgone.

The music changed again; the next song had a slower beat, but it was deeper,sensual; the notes repeatedly built toward a climax and dropped off before reachingit.

Her eyes locked with Jax’s. His face was serious, focused, his gaze intense. The way he looked at her sent a thrill through her body, making her pulsequicken.

He slid his hands along her sides, first up toward her ribs and then down, over her hips and to her outer thighs. His tentacles brushed her calves and the backs of her bareknees.

Macy’s smile faded, and her laughter died. She was consumed withwant. Days of unquenched desire rushed back, flooding her core withheat.

Suddenly, her dress was rough and constricting against her skin, rasping over her hardened nipples, adding to herdiscomfort.

Her breath grew ragged as they moved to the new rhythm, and Jax drew increasingly closer, his touch more desperate and insistent with every passing moment. He drew back with each fall in the music. He was hypnotic, carnal, luring her in, mesmerizingher.

She stepped closer, breaking their rhythm to wrap her arms around hisneck.

Jax enfolded her in his arms. His tentacles slipped around her thighs and lifted her off the ground, pressing her against him. Macy’s legs reflexively encircled his hips. He leaned his head down, and she rose to meethim.

Their lipsfused.

Neither of them held back. They branded one another with their mouths. It was everything it had been before, andmore.

Macy flicked her tongue over his lips, savoring the salty taste of his skin. Instead of pulling away, Jax opened his mouth, allowing her to delvein.

Tentatively, he touched his tongue to hers, and that was all it took. He seized command of the kiss, deepened it, and stole her breath. It was raw. Demanding.Scintillating.

Lust surged throughher.

Macy’s thighs squeezed his hips, and she dug her heels into his lower back to pull him closer. She neededmore; more heat, more contact, more skin against skin. She slid a hand down his back and the other to his neck. It wasn’t enough, wasn’tnearlyenough.

She pressed her chest againsthis.

Jax’s hand slipped into her hair, taking hold and guiding her deeper into the kiss. His other hand dropped to her backside andsqueezed.

Her hips jerked, and she gasped into his mouth. She tilted her head back, and he grazed her throat with lips and teeth. Delight rushed along every nerve in herbody.

“Jax,” Macy said with a throatysigh.

He growled her name; it rumbled from his chest and into her, stronger and more provocative than the music. He tensed, kneading her flesh, and Macy heard the clack of his closing teeth near her ear. Something hard and slick jutted out beneath her, nestling against the crevice between her ass cheeks. It felt like no other part of his body. She knew enough about males to guess what itwas.

She raised her head. His features were drawn, his lips pressedtight.

“Jax? What’swrong?”

He held her gaze for a few moments, and then she felt him pulling away, hand falling from her hair to shoulder, attempting to put space betweenthem.

“Don’t,” shesaid.

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