Jax looked down at the breathtaking woman kneeling before him, at his powerful queen who had just worshipped him with every fiber of her being, and felt a surge of possessive pride so intense it was almost painful.

A slow, predatory smile touched his lips, his golden eyes burning with a fire that promised more, much more. He reached down, not with roughness, but with a deliberate strength, and scooped her effortlessly into his arms.

Willow let out a soft, breathy gasp as her feet left the floor, her arms automatically wrapping around his neck.

She felt weightless in his embrace, her body molding against his hard, muscular frame.

Her face, still glistening with the evidence of her devotion, was buried in the crook of his neck, and she could feel the steady, powerful thrum of his heartbeat against her cheek.

"Perfect, " he rumbled, his voice a low, contented vibration that resonated through her entire body,"You were absolutely perfect, Willow,"

The praise, spoken in that deep, possessive tone, was more potent than any magic.

It washed over her, a wave of pure, unadulterated validation that made her heart swell and her core clench with renewed desire. She had pleased him. She had worshipped her king and been found worthy.

He carried her across the observatory, his steps sure and silent, towards the large, circular bed that was nestled in a secluded alcove, draped in shimmering, star-infused silks.

It was more than a bed; it was a nest, a throne, a place of power and intimacy. He laid her down upon it with infinite care, her emerald silk robe pooling around her like a verdant cloud.

He didn’t immediately follow her down. He stood over her for a moment, his imposing frame silhouetted against the brilliant cosmic light of the restored dimension.

His gaze was intense, possessive, and filled with a raw hunger that made her breath catch in her throat. He was the predator, and she was his willing prey, laid out and waiting for his pleasure.

Then, he moved. He lowered himself onto the bed, not beside her, but over her, mounting her with a fluid grace that was both elegant and utterly dominant.

His knees settled on either side of her hips, his hands planted by her shoulders, caging her in. His weight was a comforting, grounding pressure, a physical reminder of his presence and his power.

He lowered his head, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her neck. The kiss was not gentle. It was a brand, a claiming.

His mouth was hot, his teeth scraping lightly against her pulse point, sending shivers of electricity coursing through her veins. He inhaled her scent, a deep, possessive breath, as if he were trying to absorb her very essence.

"You smell like me," he growled against her skin, his voice a dark, satisfied rumble.

Willow arched her neck, offering herself to him completely, "♥ I am yours, ♥" she breathed, her voice a husky, worshipful whisper. "♥ Every part of me ♥"

He began to trail a path of fire down her body. His lips were a torment, his tongue a balm. He kissed the hollow of her throat, the delicate line of her collarbone.

Each touch was a spark, igniting a fresh wave of arousal that pooled in her core, making her ache with a need that was both painful and exquisite.

His hands, which had been braced beside her, began to roam. They were not idle hands; they were hands of a conqueror, mapping his newly claimed territory.

One hand slid down her side, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hip, before coming to rest on her thigh.

The other hand moved upward, tangling in her hair, gripping it gently but firmly, holding her head in place as he continued his sensual assault on her neck.

He reached the swell of her breasts, and Willow’s breath hitched in anticipation. He paused, his hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin, teasing her, prolonging the sweet agony.

She could feel her nipples pebble into tight, hard points, pressing against the silk of her robe, desperate for his touch.

Finally, his mouth closed over one of them, even through the fabric. He sucked hard, the wet heat of his mouth soaking the silk, making it transparent and clingy.

The sensation was incredible, a direct line of pleasure that shot straight to her clit. He alternated between sucking and gentle bites, his teeth scraping against the sensitive nub.

"♥ Please... ♥" she whimpered, her hands coming up to tangle in his hair, trying to guide him, to urge him on.

He chuckled, a low, dark sound of amusement. He released her, only to grip the neckline of her robe and, with a single, powerful tug, rend the delicate silk down the middle, exposing her to his hungry gaze. Her voluptuous breasts spilled free, pale and perfect in the cosmic light, her rosy nipples standing at attention, begging for his attention.

"Much better," he murmured, his golden eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

He lowered his head again, this time with no barrier between them. He took one taut nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak before he began to suck in earnest.

His other hand came up to cup her other breast, his thumb and forefinger rolling and teasing the neglected nipple, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her.

Willow was lost in a sea of sensation. His mouth was hot and demanding, his hands skilled and knowing.

He worshipped her breasts with a single-minded intensity, licking, sucking, and nibbling until she was a writhing, whimpering mess beneath him. Her hips began to move of their own accord, grinding against him, seeking friction, seeking relief from the unbearable ache that was building between her legs.

As if sensing her desperation, his free hand began to migrate downwards.

It trailed a slow, teasing path over her stomach, his fingers dipping into her navel, before continuing its journey.

He bypassed the place she needed him most, instead tracing the line of her thigh, his touch light and maddening.

He hooked his hand behind her knee, lifting her leg and spreading her wide. The movement was dominant, possessive, and utterly intoxicating.

She was completely exposed to him, her glistening, swollen pussy open and vulnerable.

His fingers finally drifted to her core, ghosting over her slick folds, teasing her clit with feather-light touches that were almost, but not quite, enough.

"♥ Jax... please... ♥" she sobbed, her body trembling with need. "♥ I need you... ♥"

He raised his head from her breast, his lips glistening, his eyes burning with a triumphant fire,"I know, ♥" he purred, his voice a dark, seductive promise, "But first, I’m going to taste you. I’m going to make you scream my name, "

He shifted his body, moving down the bed until he was positioned between her spread thighs. He looked up at her, his gaze a physical touch, a brand of ownership.

Then, he lowered his head, and Willow’s world dissolved into a blinding, white-hot explosion of pure, unadulterated pleasure.