Page 60 of Unclench Me Softly

My robe falls to the floor.

He looks down, eyes blazing, breath ragged, and lets out a sound that is pure worship wrapped in filth. “Fuck, Bliss…”

He grabs my hips and lifts me like I weigh nothing. My legs wrap around him on instinct, and he carries me, just carries me, to the bed, kissing me so hard my soul leaves my body and floats up to the chakra plane.

I land on my back, bare, legs spread, pulse pounding like a sacred drum.

He yanks off his shirt. His pants. No teasing. No slow striptease.

Just a body built for sin and confession, muscles flexing with tension as he stares down at me like he’s trying to decide if he should ruin me gently or not at all.

Then he drops to his knees at the edge of the bed, palms sliding up my thighs, and says, low, rough, sacred, “Tell me this is mine tonight.”

I choke on air. Nod. “Y-Yes. Yes, Jax.”

He doesn’t wait.

His mouth is on me in seconds, tongue sliding through heat like he’s devouring prayer. And he doesn’t start soft, he starts hungry, sucking, licking, growling into my skin as I arch off the bed like my body’s trying to escape and stay forever all at once.

I come fast, too fast, with his name punched from my lungs like it was written into the ritual. “Jax, oh, goddess, fuck.”

He doesn’t stop. Not when I shake. Not when I beg.

He just slides up my body, hot and heavy and leaking sin, every inch of him radiating tension so thick it feels like the air’s gonna snap. And when he presses his mouth to mine, it’s not a kiss. It’s a confession. It’s theft. Like he wants me to taste exactly what he just took from me.

“You ready to feel me?” he growls, voice frayed at the edges, like it costs him to hold back even a second longer. “You ready to be filled like you fucking deserve?”

“Yes,” I gasp, desperate, feral, already reaching between us like I can pull him deeper before he’s even inside me.

He groans, deep and guttural, a sound that rips straight through me and settles in the part of my brain that no longer believes in spiritual alignment but definitely believes in him. Then, finally, he thrusts into me in one smooth, brutal motion, and I swear I feel it in my ears.

“Holy shit,” I sob, clinging to his shoulders like a woman about to be launched into the astral plane. “You’re, fuck, you’re too…”

“I know,” he grits, buried deep, forehead pressed to mine. “But you’re taking it. You’re fucking perfect. So tight, so sweet.”

He rolls his hips, slow and devastating, and I swear the world tilts 3 degrees on its axis just to watch this happen.

Every movement is measured destruction, each thrust harder than the last, a rhythm that speaks in tongues, a grind of hips and sweat and sound. He holds my wrists above my head, teeth at my neck. He’s not just fucking me; he’s rewiring my soul.

My second orgasm crashes through me like divine retribution. I scream, honest-to-Gaia scream, as my whole body seizes around him, muscles clenching like I’m trying to keep him inside me forever. Like if he leaves, I’ll just ascend, tits out, into another realm entirely.

And he’s right there with me.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” he pants, hips stuttering, forehead against mine. “Take it, take it all, you feel what you do to me?”

Then he groans my name like a curse and a prayer and comes hard, spilling inside me like he’s giving me his soul, piece by shuddering piece, hips jerking with every wave.

We collapse together, bodies tangled, breath shaking, his hand cupping the back of my neck like I might disappear if he lets go.

Then he presses one kiss, soft, reverent, to my collarbone and whispers, rough and low, “Told you I wasn’t stopping.”

And I know, deep in my wrecked, rewilded soul he meant it.

We’re both still breathless, skin sticky, my legs flopped open like the universe punched me in the pelvis and then blessed the site of impact.

Jax is on his side beside me, one arm slung low across my waist, his other hand tracing lazy circles just under my breast like he’s still trying to memorize the terrain.

I stare at the ceiling of my dome. Absolutely wrecked. Absolutely happy. Absolutely thinking about pinecones and moonlight and whether my aura just climaxed.

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