Chapter 160: Lost to Lust ( R18 )

The kiss was a universe, a swirling vortex of power, passion, and surrender. It was the answer to a question Sabrina hadn’t known she was asking, the fulfillment of a desire so deep it was etched into her very soul.

His lips were a brand, searing away every last trace of duty and composure, leaving only the raw, essential woman who yearned for him.

Just as she felt her knees might buckle, and the sheer force of his presence threatened to overwhelm her, she felt a shift.

With an effortless display of strength that sent a fresh thrill through her, Jax slid one arm around her waist, his hand splaying possessively across the small of her back. The other arm hooked behind her knees. In one smooth, seamless motion, he lifted her from her feet.

A soft gasp escaped her lips, swallowed by his continuing kiss. Her arms tightened instinctively around his neck, her body pressing against the hard, unyielding plane of his chest.

She was weightless in his arms, a princess in a fairytale, though the tale was one of dark, primal desire rather than chivalrous romance.

He carried her not as if she were a burden, but as if she were a treasure he was claiming, his every movement radiating confident ownership and that feeling sent pleasurable shivers through Sabrina.

He carried her through the grand archway of her home, the door swinging open on its own at his approach, as if the very house recognized its master.

He didn’t break the kiss, not for a second. His mouth continued its devastating exploration of hers as he walked, his steps sure and unhurried.

He navigated the opulent interior of her sanctuary with an innate sense of direction, as if he already knew the way to the most private chamber of her heart.

They passed through the main living area, its luxurious furnishings and personal touches a blur of soft colors and dim light.

The scent of enchanted candles and the faint, sweet aroma of the bioluminescent flowers from her balcony filled the air, mingling with his intoxicating masculine presence.

Jax ascended a curved, floating staircase, his footsteps silent on the glowing stone. Sabrina was acutely aware of everything: the solid strength of his arms supporting her, the rhythmic beat of his heart against her breasts, the way his muscles flexed with each step.

She was completely enveloped by him, her world narrowed to the circle of his embrace and the searing heat of his kiss.

He reached the top of the stairs and strode down a short hallway to a pair of tall, intricately carved doors. They, too, swung open at his will, revealing her bedchamber.

It was a room of serene beauty, dominated by a massive, canopied bed draped in shimmering silk the color of a midnight sky. A large, circular window offered a panoramic view of the sleeping district below, the myriad lights of the homes twinkling like fallen stars.

He walked to the side of the bed and gently, reverently, lowered her onto her feet. Her legs felt unsteady, and she sank onto the edge of the mattress, the silk cool against her heated skin.

He didn’t follow her down immediately. Instead, he stood before her, a towering figure of power and desire, his eyes burning into hers in the soft, ambient light.

He leaned down, placing his hands on the bed on either side of her, caging her in his arms. He claimed her mouth again, the kiss just as possessive as before, but now slower and more thorough.

Sabrina melted into it, her hands coming up to rest on his chest, feeling the steady, powerful thrum of his heart beneath her palms. She could feel the hard contours of his muscles through the fabric of his tunic, and a fresh wave of liquid heat pooled in her core.

This was everything she had wanted, everything she had secretly dreamed of. But as the kiss deepened, a new need began to stir within her.

It was the succubus’s instinct, the overwhelming desire to please, to worship, to serve the being of power who had claimed her. She wanted to give back, to show him the depth of her gratitude and devotion not just with words, but with her body, with her actions.

With a supreme effort of will, she broke the kiss, turning her head slightly to catch her breath. Her lips were swollen and tingling, her chest heaving.

“Jax,” she whispered, her voice husky with emotion and desire. She looked up at him, her violet eyes shining with an adoration so pure it was almost painful, “Please… let me please you.”

A slow, predatory smile spread across his lips. He straightened up, his hands leaving the bed, and gave a single, regal nod, “Show me.”

Permission granted. Sabrina’s heart soared. She rose from the bed, her movements suddenly imbued with a new sense of purpose, a fluid grace that was both elegant and intensely sensual. She was no longer just the Saintess; she was a succubus preparing to worship her god.

She reached up, her fingers finding the clasp of his heavy, fur-lined cloak. It fell away with a soft whisper, pooling on the floor behind him, revealing the simple, dark tunic beneath.

Her hands then went to the leather belt cinched at his waist, her fingers brushing against the hard planes of his stomach as she worked the buckle free. The belt joined the cloak on the floor.

Next, she gripped the hem of his tunic. She met his gaze, holding it as she slowly, deliberately, lifted the garment up and over his head.

Her breath hitched as his torso was revealed. He was a masterpiece of sculpted muscle, his chest broad and powerful, his abdomen a roadmap of chiseled strength. He was absolutely perfect.

She dropped the tunic to the side, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for the laces of his leather breeches. She knelt before him, a gesture of ultimate submission, her eyes never leaving his.

She untied the laces with painstaking care, her fingers brushing against the hard, rigid length straining against the leather. She could feel the heat radiating from him, and her own body responded with a deep, aching throb.

With the laces undone, she hooked her fingers into the waistband and slowly peeled the leather down his powerful thighs. His cock sprang free, thick, long, and impossibly hard, a testament to his desire for her.

Sabrina’s mouth watered at the sight, a primal hunger stirring within her. She pulled his breeches down to his ankles, and he stepped out of them, now standing before her in all his magnificent, naked glory.

He was a god, and she was his most devout worshipper.

Her task complete, she rose slowly to her feet. Now it was her turn. She reached behind her back, her fingers finding the zipper of her own form-fitting gown. With a soft hiss, she pulled it down. The fabric slithered from her shoulders, pooling around her feet in a silken puddle.

She stood before him, completely naked. Her tall, curvaceous body was a canvas of pale, flawless skin, her voluptuous breasts high and firm, their rosy peaks hardened with arousal. Her waist cinched in dramatically before flaring out into rounded, womanly hips.

Her long, toned legs led up to the neat, trimmed mound of her sex, which was already glistening with her slick arousal. Her succubus horns gleamed in the soft light, and her tail, the heart-shaped tip twitching with anticipation, swayed slowly behind her.

She looked at Jax, who was watching her with an expression of raw, unadulterated hunger. He had seen her as a leader, a symbol, a saintess. Now, he was seeing her as a woman, and she had never felt more powerful, or more complete.

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