The word hung in the air, a final, absolute declaration that echoed in the sudden, ringing silence.
The storm of their coupling had passed, leaving behind a landscape of divine wreckage.
The shattered windows of her chamber looked out into the swirling nebula, the cold air of the void doing little to cool the infernal heat that still radiated from their tangled bodies.
Lilith lay beneath him, a conquered goddess, her mind a blissful, empty void. She was sated, ruined, and utterly complete.
Every muscle in her body was limp, her womb still throbbing with the warmth of his divine blessing. She thought it was over. She thought she had earned her rest.
She was wrong.
Jax shifted his weight, the movement slow, deliberate. He remained inside her, his cock still a thick, possessive anchor, but she could feel a new energy stirring within him.
