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“God, your pussy. So tight, so wet, so warm for me,” He growls.

His hands go to my hips and he encourages me to move.

“I want you to take what you need, love. Make yourself feel good with my cock,” He says.

I tentatively start rocking back and forth, trying to figure out what feels good. When I hit a particular spot inside my pussy, my brain practically short-circuits with how good it feels.

“Oh my god,” I say, throwing my head back. “Oh my god!”

“Just like that, love” He encourages.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, grinding my body above his in a way that makes my body practically sing.

When Jax joins in, thrusting up into my movements, my world falls apart a second time, my pussy clenching around his cock in a powerful orgasm. This one feels so different with his huge cock inside me, but still so mind-blowingly good.

I collapse down onto Jax’s chest, my nipples brushing against his chest as I catch my breath.

“I loved feeling your pussy coming around my cock,” He says softly, brushing my hair out of my face.

When I look up at him, I squeeze my pussy muscles around him with a smirk and he groans.

“I want you to fuck me, Jax,” I say against his lips.

His eyes darken as they look down at me.

“I want you to take me and then I want you to make me yours.”

He flips us over so I’m on my back and thrusts into me slow and deep, making me moan.

“Do you know what you’re asking for?” He growls.

“Yes,” I whisper against his lips. “Bond with me, Jax.”

He smiles down at me before he starts giving me these long, hard thrusts into my pussy. He watches me intently, making sure to catalog whenever he does something that makes me go absolutely feral.

Soon he’s worked us up to a pace where he’s pushing me higher and higher and I can do nothing but cling to him, my nails scratching down his back as I moan into the crook of his neck, surrounded by a cloud of his firewood scent.

I feel his knot swell inside me, hitting just the right spot and pushing me over the edge.

He sinks his teeth into my shoulder and I do the same, tasting the quick flash of blood. When I pull back, my eyes go wide.

“Whoa,” I say, sliding my fingers over the collection of pink scars that make up his bond mark. “I didn’t know they healed that fast.”

“Me neither,” He says, drifting his fingertips over the crook of my neck too.

When I look into his deep gray eyes, I feel it. I press a hand to my chest, my eyes filling with tears. I feel the bond inside of me, the string connecting me to him.

I feel all the love he’s pouring through it. It’s almost overwhelming to feel, how much he adores me.

“I can feel you,” I whisper.

“I can feel you too,” He says, a smile bright on his face. “I’m yours, forever, love.”

“And I’m yours, Jax.”

We lay in each other’s arms, just soaking in the warmth of the newly formed bond while Jax’s knot goes down.

“I love you,” I whisper, as I drift off to sleep, my eyes fluttering.