Chapter 368: Sleep Well ( R18 )

After speaking, Jax didn’t give Ashanti any chance to respond.

His hand, still wet and slick, tangled in her hair at the nape of her neck, and he pulled her in for another kiss.

It was nothing like the tender, reverent kisses they had shared before. This was a kiss of pure, unadulterated dominance from the Demon King, as if he was marking his territory.

Jax’s hungry lips crushed Ashanti’s, his eager tongue prying her mouth open and claiming it with a certain possessive, demanding force that made Ashanti’s legs tremble with anticipation.

Ashanti melted against him, a soft moan vibrating in her throat as she surrendered completely to his intoxicating assault.

When Jax finally pulled back, they were both breathless. His eyes were dark, burning with a predatory fire that made her stomach clench with a delicious mixture of fear and anticipation, "On your knees baby girl," he commanded, his voice a low, guttural growl.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Ashanti obeyed, eager to see what Jax was going to do to her.

The Fallen Angel’s mana surged, swirling the water around her as she sank to her knees on the smooth marble floor of the bath, the warm water lapping at her chest.

She looked up at him, her expression one of wide-eyed, willing submission. She was his goddess, his queen, but in this moment, she was his to command, and the thought thrilled her to her very core.

Jax stood before her, a magnificent, imposing figure. The water cascaded down his powerful body, his muscles glistening in the ethereal blue light.

His cock stood out from his body, thick, hard, and imposing, a testament to his desire for her. He took himself in hand, his grip firm, and guided the throbbing head of his pulsing cock towards her lips.

Jax didn’t slide into her throat, at least not yet. Instead, he spent some time deciding to tease her even more, build the anticipation within her more and more.

The Demon King slapped the heavy, velvety head of his cock against her lips, once, then twice. The sound was a soft, wet smack in the humid air.

Ashanti’s breath hitched as she felt that, a jolt of pure electricity shooting through her. She could feel the heat radiating from him, could smell the clean, masculine scent of his skin.

Her lips parted instinctively, her tongue darting out to taste the salty bead of precum that glistened on his tip.

"Patience, my queen, let me do what I want with you," Jax murmured, a wicked grin playing on his lips.

He continued his sensual torment, slapping his cock against her cheeks, her chin, her closed eyelids, all the while Ashanti was eager for it.

Jax was marking her, claiming her face with his arousal. It was a primal, possessive act, and Ashanti found it incredibly arousing.

She could feel a corresponding heat building between her own legs, a dull, insistent throb of need and desperation for Jax to just throatfuck her and put her out of this misery of desire.

Finally, when she was whimpering with desperation, Jax relented. He positioned the head of his cock at her lips, and with a slow, deliberate push, he slid into her mouth.

Ashanti moaned out, her entire body trembling with desire as she welcomed his member into her mouth, her lips forming a tight, perfect seal around his shaft.

Jax filled her completely, stretching her mouth, his presence a dominant, overwhelming force. He didn’t stop there. With a firm grip on her hair, he guided her head, pushing his cock deeper, inch by inch, until he hit the back of her throat.

~GAG~GAG!~

Ashanti gagged slightly, her body’s natural reflex as she was still relatively inexperienced in this kind of thing, but she didn’t pull away, wanting to prove her worth to Jax in any way possible.

The Fallen Angel relaxed her muscles, taking a deep breath through her nose, and opened herself to Jax completely.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice a low, husky rumble, "That’s it. Take all of me,"

He began to move, establishing a slow, sensual rhythm. He pulled back until just the crown of his cock was nestled between her lips, then pushed forward again, sinking deep into her throat.

It was a slow, deliberate throat-fucking, a controlled, powerful demonstration of his dominance. Ashanti was no longer an active participant; she was a vessel for his pleasure, and the thought was intoxicating.

The water lapped around them as he moved, his hips rocking in a steady, hypnotic rhythm.

She could feel his muscles tensing in her hair, could hear the change in his breathing as it grew heavier, more ragged.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and watering, and the sight of her, so submissive, so eager, seemed to fuel his fire.

His pace began to increase. The slow, deliberate strokes became faster, more demanding. He began fucking her throat. His movements became more forceful, more erratic, his grip on her hair tightening as he lost himself in the primal pleasure of her mouth.

The room was filled with the wet, gagging sounds of her devotion, a symphony of submission that was the most erotic thing Jax had ever heard.

He could feel the pressure building in his core, a tight, coiling heat that signaled his impending release, but he held back. He wasn’t finished with her yet.

He looked down at her, at the woman he had saved, the woman he had claimed. Her body was trembling, not just from the force of his thrusts, but from her own rising arousal.

He could see it in the way her nipples were pebbled into hard points, in the way her hips were squirming in the water, seeking a friction she couldn’t find.

He reached down with his free hand, his fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. He hadn’t even touched her there, and she was already swollen, slick, and incredibly sensitive.

He began to rub her in time with his thrusts, his fingers circling her clit with a firm, knowing pressure. The effect was instantaneous.

Ashanti cried out around his cock, the sound a muffled, desperate wail of pleasure. The dual stimulation, the overwhelming sensation of being filled and pleasured at the same time, was too much.

Her orgasm ripped through her without warning. It was a violent, explosive release that tore a ragged scream from her throat.

Her entire body convulsed, her back arching, her wings flaring out and slapping the surface of the water, sending a spray of droplets into the air. Her pussy spasmed, a series of powerful, rhythmic clenches that sent waves of pleasure washing over her in an endless, intoxicating tide.

Jax felt her throat constricting around him as she came, and the sensation was his undoing. With a loud, guttural roar, he let go, his own climax tearing through him.

He drove his cock deep into her throat one last time, his hips bucking as he exploded. His cock pulsed violently, spurt after spurt of his hot, thick seed flooding her mouth and pouring directly down her waiting throat.

Ashanti, lost in the throes of her own orgasm, swallowed instinctively, her throat working convulsively, eagerly milking him for every last drop.

She didn’t let a single drop escape, her lips sealed tight around his pulsing shaft as she drained him completely.

When the final tremor subsided, Jax slowly, lovingly pulled back, letting his softening cock fall from her lips. Ashanti collapsed against him, her body limp and trembling, her face buried against his thigh. She was completely spent, a boneless, satisfied heap.

He gently lifted her into his arms, cradling her against his chest. He reached for a clean, soft cloth and a small pitcher of fresh, cool water.

He carefully washed her face, his touch impossibly gentle, erasing all evidence of their passionate encounter.

He even had her rinse her mouth, his actions tender and caring, a stark contrast to the dominant, demanding lover he had been just moments before.

He carried her from the bath, her body wrapped in a large, fluffy towel. He laid her gently on the bed, his movements slow and deliberate. He dried her with the same reverence he had shown her in the bath, his hands patting her skin, his touch a whisper against her sensitive flesh.

He pulled back the heavy, silk sheets, and she slid into them, the cool fabric a welcome sensation against her warm, tired skin. He tucked her in, pulling the covers up to her chin, then leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead.

"Sleep now, my queen," Jax murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble in her ear as she was tucked in, "You’ve earned your rest."

Ashanti’s eyes were already heavy with sleep. She snuggled into the pillows, a deep, contented sigh escaping her lips. She was safe, she was cherished, and she was his in body and soul.