Chapter 363 Ashanti’s Worship ( R18 )

Jax chuckled, a low, warm rumble in his chest that vibrated through her. The sound was rich and full of a deep, satisfied affection. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that was a stark contrast to the frantic, passionate ones that had come before.

This one was slow, tender, and full of reverence. It was a kiss of celebration, of awe, of a miracle shared.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers, his eyes searching her new, clear gaze. "Handsome, huh?" he murmured, a playful smile gracing his lips.

"I think you might be a little biased. Or maybe you just need to get your eyes checked. It’s been a while."

Ashanti’s smile widened, a genuine, radiant thing that lit up her entire face. Her eyes, those beautiful, dark eyes that had been closed to the world for so long, crinkled at the corners. "No," she said, her voice firm but soft, "I’m right. You’re beautiful."

The word hung in the air between them, causing a warm feeling in Jax’s heart.

"How is it?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion, "To see. What do you see?"

"It’s... everything," she breathed, her gaze darting around the room, trying to take it all in at once. The flickering candlelight, the deep red of the silk sheets, the dark, carved wood of the headboard.

Her eyes widened as she looked past his shoulder, at her own hands, splayed against his chest. She flexed her fingers, watching the tendons move, mesmerized.

"I can see my hands. I can see the candle flame. It’s warm and... alive. And you..." Her focus returned to his face, her expression one of pure, unadulterated wonder, "I can see you. The man who gave me this back, the one who helped me."

A fierce, determined glint entered her eyes. The awe was still there, but now it was joined by a new purpose. "You gave me so much," she said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You took care of me. You guided me. Now... it’s my turn."

Before Jax could process her words, he felt a surprising surge of strength coming from Ashanti.

In a fluid, graceful motion that was both powerful and feminine, Ashanti shifted her weight. She hooked a leg around his, rolling her hips in a way that used his own momentum against him.

With a soft grunt of surprise, Jax found himself on his back, with Ashanti straddling his waist, her dark wings flaring out behind her for balance.

He stared up at her, utterly stunned. The shy, timid girl who had lain beneath him, blind and trusting, was gone.

In her place was a stunning Fallen Angel reminiscent of a Goddess, her body flushed with the afterglow of their lovemaking and her eyes blazing with a newfound confidence and desire. She looked down at him, a predator who had just claimed her prize.

"I told you," she said, a sly, sexy smile playing on her lips, "It’s my turn to take care of you."

She leaned down, her raven hair cascading around his face, curtaining them off from the world. Instead of his lips, she went for his neck.

Her kisses were soft, wet, and open-mouthed, her tongue darting out to taste the salty sweat on his skin.

She found the sensitive spot just below his jawline and suckled gently, sending a shiver straight down his spine.

She moved to his ear, her warm breath tickling him as she nibbled on the lobe, her hands roaming restlessly over his chest and shoulders.

Her touch was no longer tentative. It was knowing, exploratory. Her palms glided over the hard planes of his pectoral muscles, her thumbs brushing against his nipples, making them pebble into hard points.

She traced the lines of his abs, her nails scraping lightly through the coarse hair that trailed down from his navel.

She was learning his body with her hands and her eyes, mapping every contour, every ridge, every sensitive spot.

"I’ve been wanting to do this," she murmured against his skin, her voice a low, throaty purr, "To see what I’ve been touching."

She began to kiss her way down his body. Her lips were soft and persistent, a trail of fire down his chest, over his stomach.

She paused to dip her tongue into his navel, making him hiss in a sharp breath. She could feel his muscles tensing beneath her, could hear the change in his breathing as it grew heavier, more ragged as he enjoyed the pleasure.

She was having an effect on him, and the power was intoxicating.

She continued her descent, her body sliding down his until she was kneeling between his legs.

She was face to face with his cock, which was already beginning to stir, thickening with renewed interest.

It lay against his thigh, glistening with their combined fluids, a testament to their recent, frenzied coupling.

Instead of being shy or repulsed, Ashanti was fascinated. She leaned in close, inhaling deeply.

His scent was deep and masculine, a musky, primal aroma of sex, sweat, and him. It was the scent of her lover, her savior, and it was the most delicious thing she had ever smelled.

She looked up at him, her dark eyes locking with his as she stuck out her tongue and gave the head of his cock a slow, deliberate lick, tasting the salty remnants of his cum.

A soft hum of pleasure vibrated in her throat.

Then, she began to worship him.

She pressed her lips against the soft, velvety head of his cock in a series of soft, reverent kisses, just as he had done to her.

Her kisses traveled down the thick shaft, her lips and tongue exploring every vein, every ridge.

She wasn’t just trying to arouse him; she was paying homage to the part of him that had given her so much pleasure, that had filled her and healed her.

She took him into her mouth again, but this time was different. There was no hesitation, no clumsiness.

She knew what he liked now.

She took him deep, her tongue swirling around the head as she pulled back, then sinking down to take him as far as she could.

Her hands were not idle; one cupped his balls, rolling them gently, while the other stroked the base of his cock in time with the movements of her mouth.

Jax watched her, his head propped up on the pillows. The sight of this beautiful, raven-haired goddess, her eyes clear and bright with desire, as she devotedly worshipped his cock, was the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed.

He had given her sight, and in return, she was showing him a new heaven.