Andria did not wait. She grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him to her. Their lips met in a heated, angry kiss. He lifted her in his arms and carried her to her bed. She kissed him and wanted more. She moved her legs apart and accepted his body on top of hers.

She groaned when he pressed his erection against her. The friction could bring her to orgasm and she welcomed it.

“I need you,” she whispered against his lips.

“I want you,” he told her.

He kissed her neck and squeezed her breasts together. Her back arched, pushing her mounds harder against his thick hands. He pinched her nipples and through the material of her gown, he sucked on her tips.

“Oh God,” she whispered and held onto his arms. Her body burned for a desire that only he brought out in her. She needed to feel his skin against her own. “I have too much on.”

He chuckled and sat up long enough to strip her of her gown. “Mmm, much better.” He leaned over her once more and kissed her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and felt the grind of material.

“You need to lose those.”

He growled against her neck and moved down to her breasts. He sucked on her pebbled mound and squeezed the other. She moaned and arched her back once more.

She felt Jax move to the other breast and he paused. He lifted his head and she looked down.

“What’s wrong?” she whispered. Please don’t let him have a moment of self-control and doubt. Please, no.

His finger traced lightly over the scar on her chest. He met her gaze and held it. A truth passed between them unspoken. Her eyes burned once more at the onslaught he may cause.

Her scar.

The scar.

He leaned down and kissed it with a softness that melted her heart. She squeezed her eyes closed and prayed no tears would fall.

She felt his hand cup the back of her head and she looked up to Jax above her. “Your scars are your stories of battle, of wars. They do not define you. They tell your story and Andria, yours is beautiful.”

She felt a tear slip into her hair. She smiled and offered a nod. “Thank you,” she whispered.

He leaned down and kissed her, caressing her cheek down to her breast. When he moved against her, she gasped against his lips and the heat ignited once more.

Jax moved to her neck and kissed down between her breasts. He slid a hand down her body to between her legs. “Gods, woman, you’re so fucking wet.”

“Yes,” she groaned when one of his fingers pushed inside her. She gasped at the sensation and when his thumb pressed against the bundle of nerves, her back arched with a whimper. “Oh yes, more.”

She looked to him and found him watching her. In the past, this would have bothered her, but right now, with Jax, she found it completely erotic. She smirked and moved her hips against the movement of his fingers.

“I want to taste you,” he told her and licked her nipple.

“Then do it.”

He growled and she felt her body release her first orgasm of the night. She wanted more, needed more. He moved down her body and pushed her legs apart. She lifted her head and watched him as he grinned at his prize.

He leaned in and with a swipe of his tongue, he licked her from ass to clit. She groaned and her head fell back. He sucked on her, fingered her, lashed his tongue against her in an onslaught of ravaging she could hardly handle. Another orgasm exploded from her and her body shook.

“Jax,” she cried. “Jax, I need you.”

He pulled away from her and swiped across his mouth. She met his gaze when he stood to full height. His erection pushed out of his boxer briefs and she caught sight of his head. She wanted to lick it, suck it, do for him what he did for her.

He pushed down his underwear and stepped closer to the bed. He took her first leg and kissed her from the ankle up to her knee.

She met his gaze and smiled. She reached for him and pulled him close, his hands pressing onto the bed on either side of her body. He leaned in and kissed her and she tasted herself.

He ground his cock against her. The wetness from her orgasm and her need of him inside her engulfed her in a way she had never experienced. She reached down between them and palmed his length. He was thick. She stroked him as he moved against her.

“Woman, you make me want to do bad things with you.”

She grinned and licked his lips. “I hope you will.”

She lined his head up to her entrance and he pushed. She groaned and her back arched. Jax cupped her shoulders and thrust inside her.

“Is it too much?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No, I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me.”

He kissed her and she smiled. He pulled back and thrust again. Andria groaned and held onto Jax. She did not want this night to end.

“I’m yours,” she whispered and their lips met again.

Jax groaned and he inhaled with a growl. “Andria, I’m going to cum soon. Fuck, baby.”

“Please, do it on me.”

Their gaze met and a hunger was in Jax’s eyes. She held onto his gaze as he thrust once, twice more. He moaned out loud and pulled out, then came on her body. It was warm and in a way, felt heavy.

He sagged some and met her gaze once more. “Let me grab a towel. I’ll be right back.”

She nodded and didn’t move, except to look down. She was surprised at the amount he left then let her head rest back down. It made her laugh to look. The last time she had sex like this was…well, never. She laughed once more when Jax entered the room.

“Wow, was I that bad?”

She looked up to him and smiled. “Oh my God, no. You were amazing. How about that towel?”

He came closer and Andria took in his full physique. The man was like a walking sculpture. Perfect chest and abs, amazing ass. He wiped the evidence of his orgasm off her belly, then tossed the towel aside.

He rubbed the scruff on his cheeks and looked as if he were lost.

“What’s wrong?” she asked him.

“Well?” He motioned between her bed and outside the room.

She smiled and scooted across the bed, then patted the mattress. “Get in here.”

He chuckled and crawled in to bed next to her. He opened his arm and she laid her head on his chest.

Her eyes felt heavy and with the warmth of his body next to hers, it wasn’t long before sleep began to tease her into a dream world.

“Andria?” he whispered.

“Hmm?”

“It’s nothing. See you in the morning.”

She felt him kiss her forehead and she smiled, then fell asleep.