Jax's POV
She kept moving slowly against me, needy as hell. Her gaze fixed on me, dark and desperate. She reached for the back of my head and pulled me down for another kiss, hungry for more.
"Jax," she panted into my mouth, sounding rough. "I need you. I want you right now. Have me."
Her hands moved down my chest to my belt buckle. She was dripping, her robe wide open, her breasts mashed against me.
They were soft, caressing my body and needy, driving me to the edge. Her hips lifted higher, eager to take me. I could feel her hot cunt through my zipper and I was aching for her so much that I almost couldn't stand it.
Holding her back for a while as the faint scent hit me. “Are you in heat?”
“Don't ask too many questions,” she preached and kissed my cheeks.
She was in heat.
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