Lilith rose from the floor on unsteady legs, a vision of divine debauchery. The sheer black bodysuit was now a translucent, cum-stained ruin, clinging to her curves and leaving little to the imagination.
A slow, languid smile spread across her face, her crimson eyes glowing with a feverish, worshipful light. She didn't bother to wipe the mess from her chin or the tears of ecstasy from her cheeks.
She wore his mark like a badge of honor, a badge that even as a Goddess, she was proudly owned by Jax.
With a grace that was both innate and practiced, she moved towards the massive, canopied bed.
Her hips swayed with a hypnotic rhythm, a silent invitation as she climbed onto the crimson silken sheets.
Once she hopped onto the sheets, she presented herself. She settled on her back in the center of the bed, her silver hair fanning out around her like a halo of moonlight. Then, slowly, deliberately, she spread her legs.
