The taste of her skin was still on his tongue, a mix of salt and something uniquely her. Before Zharina could process the strange intimacy of him licking her hand, Jax moved.
He grabbed her, his arms locking around her body in a vice-like grip. In one fluid, powerful motion, he fell backward onto the bed, pulling her with him. The world spun for Zharina, and she landed on top of him, sprawled across his chest.
For a single, glaring moment, the reality was undeniable. She was bigger than him. Her frame, toned and muscular from a life of discipline and combat, completely overshadowed his leaner form. She was a warrior pinned by a strategist.
'He's so much smaller... how is he this strong?' The thought was a desperate flash in her mind.
Then he closed the gap. His hand snaked up to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair, and he forced her face down to his. The kiss wasn't romantic. It was a brutal invasion.
