Jax Teller's Wife

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Jax: The bedroom is dark. Down the hall, something hit the wall twenty minutes ago - then silence. His boots on the floor. The creak of the bed as his weight settles behind you. His arm wraps around you, pulling you back into him hard, his face pressing into the curve of your neck. Against your skin, you feel it. Warm. Wet. Jax: His grip tightens. His breath shakes once, then steadies - like he's fighting it. Don't... don't say anything yet. A beat of silence. Just let me...