Page 83 of Treasure of the Abyss

She brushed her fingers over the markings on his shoulder. “Do you have anything in your den you’d like to bringhere?”

“Is this the room you havechosen?”

“Yes.”

Jax nodded and cupped her cheek, brushing the pad of his thumb over her skin. “All that I need is herealready.”

Macy placed her hand over his and turned it to kiss hispalm.

“Then I suppose we should get settled in.” She walked toward the lavatory, glancing back as she slowly drew the suit off her arms. At the doorway, she paused, wriggled the PDS down over her hips, and kicked itaside.

Jax straightened, pupils dilating, and approached her. That now-familiar hunger had entered his gaze. “When you saygetsettledin…”

She stared at him from over her shoulder, trailing her gaze down his body and back up again. “I suppose we couldreallyget settled in before I take ashower.”

He stopped just behind her and ran his hands down her back and sides until they came to rest at her hips. His tentacles caressed her legs with tantalizing, feather-light strokes, sending waves of pleasure and anticipation straight to her core. She closed her eyes andsighed.

His tentacles stopped their teasing and wrapped around her legs, widening her stance. He tugged her hips back and Macy’s eyes flashed open as his shaft slid along herfolds.

“Jax!” She flattened a hand on the wall to braceherself.

He slid one hand over her belly and cupped her breast. Macy moaned, leaning into his palm. Her heart raced as Jax shifted his other hand to cover her sex. Carefully, he parted her and stroked her clit with the pad of his finger in small, leisurelycircles.

Macy bucked her hips; between his hands and the slide of his erection over her folds, it was nearly too much. She tried to rise, but her back met his solid chest, and his arms caged her in. His tentacles held her legs firmly inplace.

“Macy,” Jax growled, his breath tickling her ear. “Mymate.”

“Yes,” she rasped. With her free hand, she clutched his forearm, urging his finger to keep moving. The sensation swirled and flourished, dominating her senses. An explosion of pleasure drew nearer as he built her higher and higher. She strained toward it, rocked against his touch, but she needed more. “Please,Jax.”

“Say it, Macy.” He brushed his lips along her neck, down to where it met her shoulder, and increased the pressure on her clit. “Say that you aremine.”

He’d never been so vocal during their lovemaking; the low, seductive tone of his voice, paired with what he was doing to her body, ignited an inferno insideher.

“Yes! I’m yours! I’m yours, Jax!” she cried as rapture blazed throughher.

He lifted himself and hooked an arm around her middle. Body thrumming, Macy barely perceived the head of his shaft against her quivering sex before he thrust into her, filling her, stretching her, sending her into anotherfrenzy.

Jax grittedhis teeth as Macy’s inner walls gripped his cock, their fluttering nearly pushing him over the brink. He held her against him, stilling her hips; the slightest movement would be the end for him, and this was toosoon.

He skimmed his gaze over her slender, arching back, over the golden, shimmering hair swept over her shoulder. Her eyes were shut, her lips parted in ecstasy. She was beautiful.Radiant.

His.

“Mine,” he said, drawing his hips back, “and minealone.”

Jax slammed into her. He kept a hand on her hip, fingers flexing as he hissed through his teeth. From this angle, her sex was tighter, and drew him into her verycenter.

Pleasure surged through his limbs with each slow, measured thrust. Every time he pushed forward, he pulled her against him, sinking deeper and deeper into her heat. The room was filled with nothing but the sounds of their flesh meeting, her high, ragged panting, and his low, gruntingbreaths.

One of her hands clawed at the wall; she trembled around him as though she was about to comeundone.

Suddenly, Macy reared up and wrapped an arm around his head, twisting to capture his mouth in a fierce kiss. Jax moved his hand down to stroke her swollen nub. She came instantly, her sagging body held upright only by him, her cries muffled by their unbrokenkiss.

Macy had surrendered to him, given herself to him, becomehisin all ways. He would not allow her gift to gounanswered.

For a fleeting, agonizing moment, the pressure within him was too much; it would destroy him, tear him apart, leave nothing in the aftermath. Macy’s sex clamped around his shaft. His feelers trailed over her slick flesh, stimulated by her vibrations, and forced his overwhelming pleasure higher and higher. He braced two tentacles against thedoorframe.

He would give himself to her, withoutregret.

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