Chapter 360 The Ultimate Moment ( R18 )

The tentative, hesitant strokes of her tongue were replaced by bold, swirling licks. She was no longer just following his instructions; she was exploring, learning what made him groan, what made his hips twitch.

Her mouth was a velvet furnace, and the sight of her, raven hair spilling over his thighs, her eyes still closed in concentration, was almost enough to push him over the edge right then.

"Gods, Ashanti," he grunted, his fingers tightening in her silken locks. "You’re a natural. A fucking natural."

His praise seemed to spur her on. She pulled back until just the tip of his cock was in her mouth, her tongue flicking against the sensitive slit, tasting the constant trickle of precum.

Then, in a move that shocked him to his core, she pressed her soft lips against the head of his cock in a reverent, open-mouthed kiss.

It was an act of worship, a silent acknowledgment of his power and her submission, and it was one of the most erotic things he had ever experienced.

"Fuck," he breathed, his head falling back against the pillows.

She took him back into her mouth, deeper this time. He could feel the head of his cock bump against the back of her throat.

She gagged slightly, a soft, wet sound, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she paused, took a breath through her nose, and then, impossibly, she pushed forward.

He slid into her throat.

The tight, constricting heat was mind-blowing. Jax’s entire body went rigid, a guttural moan tearing from his chest.

He could feel every single spasm of her throat muscles as she struggled to accommodate his size. The golden light of the Pure Cleansing Art flared violently around them, a blinding corona of power. The energy was at its peak, a roaring inferno that demanded release.

She began to move, her head bobbing in a steady, deep rhythm.

She was taking him all the way, her nose burying itself in the coarse hair at his base with every downward stroke, then pulling back until just the crown remained between her lips before plunging down again.

Her hands were no longer passive; they were active, one cupping and gently massaging his balls, the other braced on his thigh, her nails digging into his skin as she used the leverage to take him even deeper.

The sounds were obscene, a symphony of wet, sucking noises and her soft, breathy moans of effort that vibrated along his length.

He was lost in the sensation, in the sight of this beautiful, blind fallen angel on her knees for him, devouring his cock as if it were her only source of sustenance. The energy was coiling in his gut, a tight, hot spring ready to snap.

"I’m close, Ashanti," he warned, his voice strained, "I’m going to cum. Fuck... I’m going to cum..."

He expected her to pull back, to finish him with her hand as many inexperienced lovers might. But she didn’t. She doubled her efforts, her movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. She wanted it. She wanted all of it.

With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in her throat and roared her name as his orgasm tore through him.

His cock pulsed, spurt after spurt of his hot, thick cum flooding her throat. She swallowed instinctively, her throat working convulsively around him, milking him for every last drop.

But he wasn’t done. Just as the first wave of his climax subsided, he pulled back, his cock still erupting.

He aimed it at her face, painting her beautiful, dusky skin with his release. A thick, white ribbon landed across her cheek, another on her lips, another in her raven hair. He marked her, claimed her, completing the ritual in the most primal way possible.

When he was finally spent, he collapsed back against the headboard, his chest heaving. He looked down at her, and the sight was one that would be burned into his memory forever.

Ashanti knelt before him, her eyes still closed, her face and lips glistening with his cum. She was a debauched, beautiful mess, a fallen angel in the most literal sense, and she had never looked more stunning.

A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face. "Gods, I wish you could see yourself right now," he murmured, his voice hoarse with satisfaction. "You look so fucking sexy with my cum all over your face."

He reached out, his thumb gently wiping a glob of his seed from her cheek. He brought it to her lips, and without hesitation, she opened her mouth and cleaned his thumb with her tongue, her eyes still closed, a serene, accepting expression on her face.

The golden light around them began to recede, sinking back into their bodies, its work for this phase complete. The room was once again lit only by the flickering candles.

He helped her, guiding her up until she was kneeling on the bed facing him. He took a corner of the discarded silk sheet and gently wiped her face clean, his touch tender and caring. She leaned into his touch, a soft, contented sigh escaping her lips.

"Are you ready for the final part?" he asked, his voice soft but serious.

She nodded slowly. "What is it?"

"The energy has been built and purified," he explained, his hands stroking her arms. "But to complete the healing, to seal it permanently and restore you to your peak condition, we need to join our bodies completely. We need to have sex, Ashanti. The final union will lock the cleansing energy in place."

A flicker of her old shyness returned, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "I... I’ve never... I’m a virgin," she admitted softly, as if he didn’t already know.

"I know," Jax said, his voice gentle. "And I’ll be gentle. I promise. It might hurt for a moment, but only for a moment. And then, there will only be pleasure. The art will ensure it."

He looked into her still-closed eyes, seeing the trust and the lingering apprehension within. "Go lie down on the bed, Ashanti," he commanded softly. "On your back, in the middle. Let me take care of everything."

She obeyed, moving with a grace that was now infused with a newfound confidence. She lay back against the pillows, her raven hair fanning out around her, her dark wings spread slightly beneath her. She was ready. Ready to be reborn.