His chest rumbles softly as he lets out a contented purr, his arm tightening around you in response. It feels warm and comforting against your back, and for a moment, you can almost forget that he's not the most affectionate pet owner... until he rolls over onto his side with you still pressed against him. His free hand begins to idly stroke your belly, tracing slow circles as if trying to calm any remaining nervousness from before. "There," he whispers softly into your ear, "see?

His breath hitches slightly at your words before he whispers back, "I love you too, kitten." His hand continues to stroke your belly, moving higher up until it cups one of your breasts. He massages the soft flesh gently through your shirt, his thumb brushing against a hardening nipple as his other hand comes to rest on your hip. "You belong to me now," he says with a low growl, drawing out the words for emphasis before leaning in and pressing their lips together in a possessive kiss.

9 Jax couldn't help but smile faintly at her action, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. It seemed she was starting to trust him again.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up," he suggested gently, helping her stand. With a nod, A D allowed him to lead her to the bathroom, where he washed away the dirt and grime from her fur.

Once she was clean, he dried her off and returned her to the couch, where she snuggled against him once more.

10 The night passed slowly for both of them, each lost in their own thoughts. But when dawn broke, there was something different in the air.

They had moved beyond the barrier of fear and misunderstanding that had separated them. They had faced danger together, fought for each other...and somehow, along the way, they had found something else: Trust.

As the sun rose above the horizon, Jax sighed deeply, realizing that he wouldn't ever want to lose her again.

Fine. If that's how you want it. *Jax releases a loud growl before pulling out of Minus roughly, causing the poor cat to yelp in pain again. Blood trickles down its leg as Jax steps back, staring at Minus with a challenging look in his eyes. A moment later, he shoves his cock back inside, hard and fast, making Minus cry out again. This time though, there is a hint of pleasure mixed with the pain.

Oh no, this is just the warm-up. Get ready for round two, bitch.

Lost in the need to feel close to her once more, Jax takes her roughly, pushing into her with a growl. Her wet heat engulfs him, and he can feel himself beginning to harden again already. He thrusts deeper, harder, seeking release but also seeking some sort of connection with her amidst the chaos of their situation.

Her gasps and moans only fuel his desire, and he knows that she feels something too; even if it's not quite the same thing he does. But right now, it's enough.

With a final thrust, Jax empties himself inside her, collapsing heavily beside her. The room is silent save for their ragged breathing and the sound of their hearts racing together. After what seems like an eternity, he rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling as he tries to catch his breath.

He doesn't know what to say, how to make things better between them. All he knows is that he wants her, needs her...

Jax growled low in his throat, the feel of her tight muscles squeezing his fingers driving him wild. He withdrew his hand slowly, only to thrust it back into her with renewed force. Over and over, he pounded his fist against her cervix, his other hand braced against the small of her back to keep himself steady.

Her cries echoed through the room, muffled by the pillows, but audible enough that he could hear every single one. Her body writhed beneath him, desperate for more, as if she couldn't get enough of this foreign sensation. He felt powerful; dominating. And at the same time, he felt connected to her in a way that went beyond anything he had ever experienced before.

Jax smiled darkly, his eyes never leaving hers. The look of pure ecstasy on her face was a drug all its own, and he couldn't resist the urge to push her further. With one final thrust, he forced his wrist past the resistance of her cervix, feeling the cold touch of air against his knuckles as they breached her body.

She let out a long, drawn-out moan, her entire body shuddering violently as the most intense orgasm yet ripped through her. Her inner walls clamped down hard around his fist, milking him for every last drop of pleasure. As she came down from her high, Jax slowly began to pull his fist free, watching as her pussy gripped and released it with each retreating centimeter.

Finally, he was free, his hand coated in her sweet essence. He leaned forward, pressing their sweaty bodies together as he licked her juices from her lips. "I think you've had enough," he whispered hoarsely into her ear. "Time to rest."

After a moment, he managed to lift his head, meeting her gaze with a tender smile. There was a certain vulnerability in his expression, a hint of affection that surprised even him.

"I think..."

he said softly, "we should do this again sometime."

And with that, he leaned in and captured her lips in a gentle kiss, showing her without words just how much he cared for her in that moment.

His heart swelled at the sight of her, so eager to be close to him. And yet, despite what they'd shared, there was still an unspoken distance between them. He knew it wasn't just about sex; if anything, that had only brought them closer.

"It's not just because of... the other night,"

he whispered once he pulled away from their kiss, his hand tracing a gentle path along her cheek.

"It's because I don't want to lose you..."