Chapter 134: Strip Session ( R18 )

Jax’s hands, which had been moving to remove her of her clothes, suddenly stopped.

Instead, he pushed himself up, his golden eyes never leaving hers. He moved from the edge of the bed to its center, settling against the pile of black and crimson silk pillows with an air of absolute, regal authority. He was a king on his throne, and the bed was his dominion.

“Stand up,” he commanded, his voice a low, calm rumble that vibrated through the chamber as he stared at Astra directly into her beautiful violet eyes.

Astra, her heart hammering against her ribs, obeyed. She slid off the silks, her bare feet silent on the cool stone floor. She stood before him, bathed in the dim, atmospheric light of his room, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than she had ever felt in her life, even in the heat of battle.

“You asked to be claimed,” he said, his gaze sweeping over her, a look that was both possessive and appreciative. “You begged to be mine. The first step is to show me what you’re offering. Strip for me, Astra. Like a good girl.”

Jax’s domineering words sent a jolt straight to the Storm Dragoness’ core.

The shyness from the balcony returned with a vengeance, coloring her cheeks a delicate pink. But beneath it, the dragon’s pride stirred. She had made her demand; now she would see it through. She was a Dragon of the storm, and she would not cower.

After all, if she embarrassed herself so early, how would she act when she was actually being fucked by him.

She’d heard the rumors about Jax’s prowess in bed, and knew she needed to be ready.

Astra’s hands still trembled slightly as they found the hem of her flowing top. She took a deep breath, and with a slow, deliberate motion, she lifted it over her head.

The fabric whispered against her skin before she let it drop to the floor. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and her perfectly shaped breasts were revealed to his hungry gaze. Her nipples were tight, rosy pebbles, already hard with anticipation.

Next were her loose-fitting trousers. She untied the drawstring, the knot feeling impossibly tight under his intense scrutiny.

The pants pooled at her feet, and she gracefully stepped out of them, leaving her in only a pair of simple, sheer white lace panties. They were a stark, innocent contrast to the raw power in the room and the dark desires swirling between them.

She paused for a moment, her eyes meeting his.

She saw the approval there, the raw lust, and it gave her the courage to continue. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the panties and, with an agonizingly slow roll of her hips, slid them down her legs.

She stepped out of them, kicking them aside. Now she was completely bare, her pale, slim body a canvas of moonlight and nervous energy.

Her silver-white hair cascaded over her shoulders, partially obscuring her breasts, and her purple eyes were wide and luminous as she stood before him, awaiting his judgment.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, the single word more potent than any praise she had ever received. ❰”Now come here.” He said, hooking his finger towards her.

She walked to the edge of the bed, her movements fluid and graceful. He remained still, letting her approach.

“My turn,” he said, his voice a husky command. ❰”Undress me,”

Astra’s breath hitched. This was an intimacy she hadn’t expected. To not just be taken, but to serve and worship Jax, it made her even hornier.

She reached out, her hands finding the intricate silver clasps of his shirt. Her fingers fumbled for a moment, her nervousness making them clumsy. She finally managed the first clasp, then the second, her knuckles brushing against the hard, warm muscle of his chest.

As she worked her way down, she leaned in, pressing her lips against the skin she was uncovering.

She kissed his chest, tasting the salt and the raw, masculine scent of him. It was an intoxicating flavor. She slid the shirt from his shoulders, her mouth tracing a path over his collarbone, up the column of his neck.

She was worshipping him with her lips and her hands, her shyness melting away, replaced by a reverent desire.

When his chest was bare, she moved to his boots. She knelt on the soft silks at the edge of the bed, her head bowed as she untied the laces and pulled them off. Then she reached for the belt of his trousers. Her hands were steady now, her purpose clear.

She unbuckled it, the sound loud in the quiet room. She tugged his trousers down, her eyes fixed on the formidable bulge straining against his smallclothes.

She hesitated for only a second before hooking her fingers into the waistband and pulling them down.

His cock sprang free, thick, heavy, and already rock-hard. It was magnificent, a testament to his power, and a fresh wave of arousal washed over her, so potent it made her dizzy.

He was now completely naked before her, a god of war and lust in his prime. He looked down at her, his golden eyes burning with an unholy fire.

“On your knees,” he commanded, his voice thick with authority, “On the floor.”

Astra obeyed without question, sliding from the bed to kneel on the cool stone before him. She was at eye level with his magnificent cock, and the sight made her mouth water.

“You’re going to learn your place, my little dragon,” he growled, his hand tangling in her white hair, his grip firm but not painful. “And your place, for now, is on your knees, worshiping your king. Open your mouth.”

She did, her lips parting in willing submission. He guided his cock to her lips, rubbing the thick, velvety head against them, coating them in the bead of precum that had gathered there.

“Suck me off,”he commanded, his voice leaving no room for refusal, “Show me how much you want to be mine.”

With a soft, eager moan, Astra leaned forward and took him into her mouth.

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