The first rays of the morning sun filtered through the heavy curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the tangled sheets of the king-sized bed.
Jax stirred, a deep groan rumbling in his chest as he drifted slowly from the depths of a satisfied, dreamless sleep. It wasn't the light that had woken him, but a sensation. A wet, warm, and utterly exquisite pressure building at his groin.
His mind, still foggy with sleep, tried to place the feeling. It was a familiar, yet always breathtakingly welcome, sensation.
A rhythmic, sucking pressure that sent jolts of pure pleasure straight up his spine. The Demon King let out another, deeper groan, this one of pure, unadulterated bliss, as his golden eyes slowly fluttered open.
The sight that greeted him was one that could make a demon king weep with joy.
