Chapter 358 Ashanti’s Lust ( R18 )

"Shhh, easy," Jax murmured against the soft skin of her breast, his voice a low, comforting vibration.

He didn’t delve in immediately.

Instead, he let his fingers rest there, a light, promising pressure that allowed her to acclimate to the intimacy of the touch.

He could feel the heat radiating from her core, a silent testament to the fire he was stoking within her. He continued his work on her breast, his tongue swirling around her nipple, his teeth grazing it just enough to send a jolt of sharp pleasure through her.

Ashanti’s entire body was a live wire of sensation. Every nerve ending seemed to be tuned to his touch.

The feeling of his mouth on her breast, a wet, pulling heat, was intoxicating. But the presence of his hand so close to the most secret part of her was a different kind of torment, a sweet, agonizing anticipation that made her hips shift restlessly against the silk sheets.

"Jax..." she whimpered, his name a breathless plea. She didn’t know what she was asking for. More? Less?

She only knew that this overwhelming, building pleasure was something she both craved and feared.

In response, Jax slowly, deliberately, slid one finger lower, parting her soft folds. The touch was feather-light, but it was electric.

Ashanti cried out, her back arching off the bed as a bolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure shot through her. Her hands, which had been tangled in his hair, flew to her mouth to stifle the sound, a gesture of ingrained modesty that was utterly useless now.

"No," Jax commanded gently, releasing her nipple with a soft pop. He lifted his head, his eyes meeting her blindfolded face, "Don’t hide your sounds from me, Ashanti. I want to hear you. Every gasp, every moan. Let me know how you feel."

He took her wrist and pulled her hand from her mouth, placing his fingers through hers and pinning it gently to the bed beside her head.

It was a gesture of dominance, but also of connection. He wasn’t just taking; he was sharing this with her.

With his other hand, he resumed his exploration. He stroked his finger up and down her slick slit, a slow, maddening rhythm that had her writhing beneath him.

She was impossibly wet, her arousal coating his fingers in her sweet, slick heat. He found the small, hidden nub of her clit and circled it once, twice.

"? Gods! ?" she cried out, her hips bucking wildly. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever imagined. It was a sharp, intense pleasure that centered deep in her core, sending shockwaves through her entire body.

"Right there?" Jax asked, a hint of a smile in his voice. He already knew the answer. He could feel her body’s response, the way her inner walls clenched, the way her breath hitched in her throat.

"? Yes... there... oh, gods, Jax, right there, ?" she babbled, her mind completely overwhelmed by the pleasure.

She was no longer thinking, no longer worrying about her shyness or her inexperience. There was only the feeling, the exquisite, torturous pleasure of his finger on her clit.

She felt a smooth energy running through her body, knowing it was the work of the Pure Cleansing Art, but she couldn’t even focus on it

All her focus was on the pleasure she was feeling.

He continued to tease her, his touch alternating between light, feathery circles and firmer, more direct strokes.

He watched her face, the way her lips parted in silent gasps, the way her brow furrowed in concentration as she tried to process this new world of sensation.

Her wings, which had been tucked away, had unfurled slightly, the deep charcoal feathers twitching with every stroke of his finger.

He shifted his position, moving down her body. He never stopped the movement of his hand on her clit, but he brought his mouth to her other breast, giving it the same attention he had given the first. The dual stimulation was almost too much.

Ashanti was lost in a sea of pleasure, her body a vessel for the ecstasy he was pouring into her.

"? Please... Jax... please...?" she begged, though she didn’t know what she was begging for. Release? Mercy? More? It was all the same now.

Jax could feel her getting closer. Her breaths were coming in short, sharp pants, her hips were rising to meet his hand, and her moans were becoming more desperate, more high-pitched.

He could feel the energy of the Pure Cleansing Art swirling around them, a faint, golden light that only he could see, drawn by their rising passion and the purity of her trust. It was almost time.

But he wasn’t going to let her fall over the edge just yet. He wanted to push her higher, to make her first orgasm a truly earth-shattering experience.

He slowly withdrew his fingers from her clit, ignoring her whimper of protest. He kissed his way down her stomach, his tongue dipping into her navel, his lips tracing the curve of her hips. He could feel her trembling, her entire body taut with anticipation.

He settled himself between her legs, his shoulders nudging her thighs wider. He could smell her arousal, a sweet, musky scent that was uniquely hers. It was the most intoxicating perfume he had ever smelled.

"Jax, what are you...?" she began, her voice trembling with uncertainty. She could feel his hot breath on her most sensitive flesh, and the sensation was almost unbearable.

"I’m going to taste you, Ashanti," he murmured, his voice thick with lust, "I’m going to eat this pretty little pussy until you scream my name."

Before she could respond, before she could process the shocking, deliciously vulgar words, he lowered his head and captured her clit with his mouth.

The sensation was immediate and overwhelming. Ashanti cried out, a loud, unrestrained sound of pure ecstasy.

The wet, heat of his mouth on her most sensitive part was a thousand times more intense than his fingers had been. His tongue was a magic wand, swirling and flicking and stroking, driving her to heights of pleasure she had never dreamed possible.

Her hands flew to his head, her fingers tangling in his hair as she held him to her. Her hips bucked wildly, grinding against his face as she chased the pleasure he was giving her.

The world dissolved into a blur of sensation, of the wet, sucking sounds of his mouth, the feel of his hands gripping her hips, holding her steady, and the overwhelming, all-consuming pleasure that was building to an impossible crescendo.

"? Jax... Jax... oh, gods... Jax, I... I can’t... it’s... it’s too much ?" she sobbed, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"You can," he growled against her flesh, his voice muffled but commanding, "Let go, Ashanti. Come for me. Now."

He sucked hard on her clit, his tongue flicking rapidly against the sensitive nub, and that was all it took. With a scream that was half his name and half a sob of pure release, Ashanti shattered.

Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, a powerful, all-consuming force that stole her breath and her sanity.

Her body convulsed, her inner walls clamping down as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. The golden light of the Pure Cleansing Art flared brightly around them, drawn by the purity of her climax, and began to seep into her, beginning its sacred work.

Jax held her through it, his mouth and tongue working her gently, prolonging her pleasure until she collapsed, boneless and spent, against the sheets. Her chest heaved, her body slick with sweat, her mind a blissful, empty void.

He kissed his way back up her body, his lips gentle against her sensitive skin. He settled beside her, pulling her into his arms and tucking her head beneath his chin. Her wings had fully unfurled now, draping over them both like a dark, feathery blanket.

"I’ve got you," he murmured, stroking her back in soothing circles. "Just breathe. I’ve got you."

Ashanti clung to him, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She felt different, but she knew this was just the beginning.